The Visit

How abruptly a visit ends
An emptiness we long to understand
A space still waiting with a name
The surprise of seeing someone
Sharing recollections of the past
The space we share committed
To such fragile time
As if the calendar were bare
And all this candor with a friend
Is now a memory an empty room
Where flower follows flower till they bloom

Ted Goodell
November 2017

 

 

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The Hyacinths

When I see hyacinths

Rooted in vase and flower

A window and a windowsill

To reach beyond

And bring its flower

To bear the only knowledge

That a flower knows

Is light for all of us though we

Imagine that we are not flowers

And yet the hyacinth

Is strangely all of us

Surrounded by the sun

The stars are roots in air

Giving us life in growing things

That link us root and flower

That space we call

The windowsill we call our home

The hyacinth is not a guest

It is the flower we can not be

It is we who are the guests prodding the mystery

 

Ted Goodell

February 2017

Rozanne (on your 85th birthday)

 

The triumph of your name

Expelled from a Litany of names

The inimitable flower the rose

That blossoms from such names

As Rosencrantz or Roseola or Roscoannie

But then the rose becomes the flower

Becomes Rozanne

Becomes the precious

The once the one Rozanne

Of all the flowers

 

Ted Goodell

May 3, 2015

The Hummingbird

 

Suddenly, within the transparency

Of early dawn

The hummingbird arrived

With the swift concentric beating

Of its flashing wings

Aloft and then around

With barely noticeable

Torque of speed

It fired forth its aim upon

My simple feeder

Sipping the sweetness from this artifact of glass

A momentary hover

And then a burst of speed

As swiftly as it came

Its destination still sublime

And then one flower singled out

One garden filled with joy

Will soon betroth

This power, this force

That whispers its presence but does not destroy

 

Ted Goodell

November 16, 2009