by Mary E. Lowd
She sheds poetry
Like a cat sheds fur
The words dripping off her
In lyrical phrases
Metaphorical mazes
Of ideas chasing
One after the other
Never fully articulated
Every image too heavily weighted
With portent
Too much intent
Too little explanation
Yet these flowery machinations
Sit in your mind and grow
Like weeds
These little seeds
Until one day, you exclaim
I know what I feel!
It’s just like that one line…
In a poem
I could never quite forget