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Enough winter,
enough of everything
buttoned up, battened down,
sensible.
I want to be called Camellia
under a pink moon,
with the fragrance of apple
blossoms in the air.
I want your skin to smell like sun,
oranges, wild beach roses
salt and breaking waves.
I imagine painting tulips,
my breasts, unbound,
us, floating in a warm sea.
Or we could take tango lessons.
The net effect is the same.
From Crow Ink (Little Eagles Press, 2009)
Used here with the author’s permission.
a partially found poem
from the J. Peterman catalog?
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Photo by Len Villano
Sharon Auberle is a poet and photographer who lives in Door County, Wisconsin. Author of six poetry collections, her work has appeared in numerous publications and on-line magazines, as well as a variety of anthologies. Sharon served as Poet Laureate of Door County from 2017- 2019; her latest book is Dovetail, a poetry/sketch collaboration with poet and artist Jeanie Tomasko, which won the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets Annual Chapbook Prize. Sharon’s earlier years of living in the spare landscapes of the Southwest, and now surrounded by Northern woods and waters, along with interests in Zen, music, and photography, provide her with endless inspiration.
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jeeger:
Sharon is a pro at painting this kind of picture with words! Great job! And thanks, it's nice to be reminded we can dream of warmer places when the weather is 22 below zero!
Posted 02/11/2011 08:13 AM
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jeanie:
and, an excellent valentine's poem too sharon!!! lovely. --jeanie
Posted 02/11/2011 07:54 AM
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jeanne:
splendid Sharon... yippee.
Posted 02/11/2011 07:36 AM
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Phyllis Beckman:
"Found", and "partially found" poems and objects are the "found-ation" of my writing also. Poets are those who notice.
Posted 02/11/2011 07:00 AM
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