After reading many of Ashok's commentaries on Emily Dickinson's poetry, I've become very fond of her work.
I bought this book the other day, and it's been inspiring me to write. For example, I came across this poem, and something about it just sang to me.
Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole—are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me—
I'm sure when she wrote "anemone" she was refering to the woodland flower, but I thought of this:
Anemone, I long to be
Eternal summer by the sea
Tropical calm – Hibiscus aplomb
In the shadow of Mango Tree
Blossoms wilt when Delta silt
Crosses the Ocean’s current
May Bed’s frailty embolden me
Oh, Drifting garden deterrent!
Since I can't be
eternally by the sea
I bring it to me
Meet Boomhower the Beta. He isn't actually from the sea, but we like to pretend.