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Never Mind

Katie Frances Hartless
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Never mind when clouds grow near,
they are but feathers in an ancient lady’s bonnet,
the frothy head of a well-balanced beer.

A halo hung for midnight nap,
the rise and resolve of moonlit sonnet
in the sweet green succotash sky.

No, never mind the wandering vine,
the tails of lost comets,
the ribbons of curls and unfinished lines.

Though we may never unlock it,
though time may never dislodge it,
this has all happened before
by ascending design.

©2023 | K.Hartless

Artwork:  1895 Bieres Du Croissant (Beers of The Ascending) poster.

Ruth Etting “Shine On Harvest Moon”

6 responses to “Never Mind”

  1. dorahak Avatar
    dorahak

    A wonderful poem! I like the mystery in “a sweet green succotash sky” – and “ascending design.”

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    1. K.F. Hartless Avatar
      K.F. Hartless

      Thank you, Dora. Succotash is a family favorite around this time of year.

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  2. Bob Avatar
    Bob

    Wonderful. I especially like,

    No, never mind the wandering vine,
    the tails of lost comets,
    the ribbons of curls and unfinished lines.

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  3. K.F. Hartless Avatar
    K.F. Hartless

    Thank you, Bob. All those tangled lines. Ah, one day they may get sorted. 🙂 I appreciate your kind words.

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  4. Ordinary Person Avatar
    Ordinary Person

    Fantastic imagery. I enjoyed this piece.

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    1. K.F. Hartless Avatar
      K.F. Hartless

      Thank you, kindly. I really appreciate your comment.

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