From the archives – Daffodils (Narcissus jonquilla) by Kathryn Good-Schiff

Daffodils (Narcissus jonquilla)

They had yellow hearts
or a midnight sheen.
Some of them
were seasick green.
They bared fiery teeth,
showed petticoats
or moon-colored wings.

Every winter, Dad and I chose
more from the catalog.
Better than a calendar,
they marked the time
every spring.

On dewy blue mornings
I went out, sliced through
crunch of stem, crammed
all the color I could
into a jar. I brought them
to school, carried them
from class to class, studied them
instead of books.

They had rain inside and out. My life
was so boring. The stalks
leaked and drank where I cut them.
I had no idea how lucky I was.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, April 15, 2016 — by Kathryn Good-Schiff

photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

Best of the Net Nominations – 2016

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I am happy to announce the following poems have been nominated for the Best of the Net 2016:

The Year of the Dragon by Siham Karami
On Losing the Old Dog by Rae Spencer
Daffodils (Narcissus Jonquilla) by Kathryn Good-Schiff
Spiderwort by Marybeth Rua-Larsen
Age of Steam by Neil Flatman
No I in Team by Ed Shacklee

Congratulations!

Daffodils (Narcissus jonquilla) by Kathryn Good-Schiff

Daffodils (Narcissus jonquilla)

They had yellow hearts
or a midnight sheen.
Some of them
were seasick green.
They bared fiery teeth,
showed petticoats
or moon-colored wings.

Every winter, Dad and I chose
more from the catalog.
Better than a calendar,
they marked the time
every spring.

On dewy blue mornings
I went out, sliced through
crunch of stem, crammed
all the color I could
into a jar. I brought them
to school, carried them
from class to class, studied them
instead of books.

They had rain inside and out. My life
was so boring. The stalks
leaked and drank where I cut them.
I had no idea how lucky I was.

by Kathryn Good-Schiff

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Editor’s note: The imagery is unique and tactile, but it’s the last line that will make me remember this poem.

From the archives – Organic — Kathryn Good-Schiff

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Organic

We lived eleven miles out
across the arroyo
beyond the cattle gate
on a deeply rutted road
impassable in April’s rain.

We dug and weeded.
We seeded and transplanted.
We pruned. We planted according to the moon.
We harvested, watered, fertilized, turned.
We fucked. We argued.
Some of us screamed.
Some of us smashed glass and drove away.
One left by bus, abandoned his belongings
in his orange tent.

A red Buddha laughed at the end of the driveway.

from Autumn Sky Poetry 10 — by Kathryn Good-Schiff

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim