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Engagement
by Kathleen WilsonI don't want to marry all the poets
and no flirting either.
Just
engagement—
words,
eyes,
now:
epiphanic rings
of clover flowers
press in my dictionary.
And camellias on either side
turn to ruby and blue sapphire,
yes.
And the rush of
waves.
I want to hear the
clasp engaging, the
snap, the lock,
the click, the
train to take off,
and leave me a space
to insert
the rose,
gold and multi-flora
opening on
the next page.
01/05/2007 Posted on 01/06/2007
Copyright © 2026 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 01/07/07 at 08:58 AM HOT!!!! literary crush brought to life. i want this on the front page ASAP!!! an instant favorite! PK |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 01/08/07 at 01:31 AM This is a wonderful piece evoking the very essence of the poetic community. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/09/07 at 05:15 PM an "engaging" poem, but who would expect less of you? And...i'm afraid your poetry flirts too much With ones attention to deny it is happening when it does! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/12/07 at 01:48 AM You've started out 007 with a great combination of poems. Very well done. I should think you would have poets flocking to your door and asking for your hand!!! Especially the writing hand. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/18/07 at 11:22 PM A warm rhyme indeed, and yes...engaging! |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/19/07 at 02:46 AM gorgious |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 02/01/07 at 03:12 PM Kathleen, no, I don't want to marry all the poets either ... just engagement. Your use of word play is absolutely fantastic here. I had to keep smiling all the way to the end of your poem. Thanks for writing this piece. |
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