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Sunday, December 06, 2009

If I could wish...

If I could wish,
I would wish upon
petals not yet plucked
from yellowed guessing

If I could wish,
I would wish upon
furry seeds white-tucked
in breathy nesting

If I could wish,
I would wish upon
stony time's rolled back,
concave-gray jumbling

If I could wish,
I would wish upon
yawning star's stretch, black
tales awkward mumbling

And when I did,
each counted could-be
would be a wished lie
down from undoing

Francis Scudellari

4 comments:

Cynthia Short said...

This is so beautifully done, it has such an old, genteel quality I love, (was raised on all the old poets). Keep up the good work!

Jon said...

interesting poem... both somber and full of hope... especially like the twist and turn in the last stanza

Shari Smothers said...

I really enjoy the nuances of your poem, as I can deeply relate to the sentiment of "If I could wish." Thanks so much for sharing this lovely, solemn, hopeful poems.

Francis Scudellari said...

@Cynthia Thanks! There's definitely a classical influence here and with some of my other poems. I'll do my best to keep it up :).

@Jon Hope always seems to sneak in despite my best (worst?) intentions, and I definitely like to throw a twist in if I can manage it. Thanks for the comment.

@Shari Thank you for visiting. Having readers to share it with makes all the difference.