Chrysanthemum | Poem by Kaye Spivey


This poem is called Chrysanthemums from my
collection, Fragments Chrysanthemums Whisper to me
the knowledge of the ages. I want to practice
reading poetry aloud. I want to practice
scaling cliff faces, turning the sheets down,
recitations of love. It doesn’t matter if you’re scared,
I’m scared, we’ve all been scared,
but tonight is something new, something we imagine on wingtips
and colorful cutouts of daisy fields and chrysanthemums. We’re waiting for the sound
to tell us we’re ready, but if we just go now— we might not make it at first,
but when we do— and there is no doubt— it will be stunning.

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