Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Posy

I wonder what ether infuses consciousness
Why this delirium after last night’s show?
What’s in a name?

Oh    how I’d watched her
Every skillful     every reckless change of face
Every dancing change of pace
Her outrageous fling of clothes
                           from Flatbush
                                                    to Paris
Dominating every set of scrambled    spangled disarray

She might have jigged the crown at old Bolshoi
No one would be aware
No one would care

Posy
Wild flower
All alone

I wonder at the indelible     ghostly mix
In that face
Such delicacy 
                    a breeze-filtered smoke
clouding my eyes

Or    is it all in a name
Posy?

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Andrea Dietrich April 25, 2010 at 11:29 PM Did you make up that cute little name. DAver? She sounds like a cool character!! thanks for your comments today. I am trying to figure out your poems I've not seen yet. Let me see another!

June 8, 2009 at 1:59 PM You established a style uniquely your own with your interesting use of spacing. Much to think about here. Thank you for sharing your talent with us and for your kind comment. Karen

Carrie Richards May 23, 2009 at 8:25 AM You have me dancing with this one, dear Daver...would love to know more !! From Flatbush to Paris.....she must be quite a girl !!!....this is quite a poem ! :)

Sharon Winter May 22, 2009 at 3:10 PM Ah, thank you for enlightening me. Appreciate it. Have a beautiful weekend Daver. Love, Shar

Sharon Winter May 22, 2009 at 1:30 PM I love your very first line, peaking my interest immediately. Is this really about a dancer? I never know with you Daver. If it is, you most certainly are smitten. What a lovely poem. Love, Shar

Carolyn Devonshire May 22, 2009 at 8:04 AM Oh, I think it's much more than her name that inspired this tribute to the "dancer." Love the way she flings her clothes "from Flatbush to Paris." Delightfully erotic and provocative, Daver! Love, Carolyn