Posted in 28 Days of Unreason, Poetry

Je Ne Sais Quoi

Murmur your ancient breath
make me fall in love
with winter’s dark blossom
of snow
so that the cover will
hide the wild bee’s song
of staggering honey
and forgetfulness

Sort through the laundry
of last year’s delicates
and indelicacies,
crooning that
indecent buzzing
until the swarm
of moisture grows
on my neck
trickling down
into autumn
where the leaves
shoosh and hide
what was innocent

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

for Day 9 of the 28 Days of Unreason
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what”
from Tomorrow in In Search of Small Gods

~ Jim Harrison


A wild soul writing poetry.

14 thoughts on “Je Ne Sais Quoi

  1. Yeah! Nature… the seasons through a year. The things that astonish the kind of person who talks to animals and plants. The “I-don’t-know-what” of real life! Great poem!

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    1. Great analysis, Charley, to see the seasons play out in this. I do, indeed, talk to plants and animals; some of them talk back & some of them speak first 😉


      1. Haha! I knew that about you. It showed in your photos of the Sandhills. I figured you were sharing choice gossip about the Great Blue when you took them.

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  2. Astonishing! I do not know what else to to say Jilly – the flow of honeyed words and indecent moisture positively drips off the page

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