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Recollected Poems by Cory Zacharia

Updated on January 30, 2015

The Poet Laureate and Teacher, Brenda Connor-Bey

The Other Woodstock

Why am I afraid to fully describe my surroundings,

worried that my words might fail, unleavened?

Would I recollect the tangly-like vines

raveled around the mugwort?

Clarions, pink as morning,

purple as night, one sparkly, speckled rose,

preening brightly.

If summer lasted long enough,

they might circle the whole house,

but instead, egoless, they mulch

and sleep away the winter,

returning with the second heat.

I had unearthed all these visitors,

preparing the ground for a vegetable crop.

After I tossed in arugula and watercress seeds,

I left for weeks and returned to find them,

Hardy, all wrapped around each other,

a fine salad nestled in my welcoming bed.

c. Cory Zacharia

Past Surroundings

Glorious late summer, sun flirts by

dappling light, a Japanese fan

that lightly conceals a lady's smile.

Bright tingly laughter, swaying lights on branches

the transparency of rice paper screens.

Glinting wind.

Deep greens with lights like through

a cellar window,

concealing, revealing layers past

evoking mossiness.

Bushes sing, trees sing,

Birds trumpet their organizing caws.

Is there fearlessness on the deathless plane?

c. Cory Zacharia

Spacekitti at the Wallflower Gallery


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      Cory Zacharia 10 years ago

      Dear Bookwise: Thank you so much for visiting and for your very kind comment! I will look forward to reading your hubs. Blessings to you.

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      bookwise 10 years ago from Marinette

      I especially enjoyed your reflections on your garden. Thank you!

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      Cory Zacharia 10 years ago

      Just wanted to say that other poems that I've posted have traveled with me for years. The last two have as well, but buried in journals as prose. Does it show? I think it's just part of the process, that not everything comes through fully formed, but needs to gestate.