27 May 2015

The Bookseller

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Look at her selling books at flea markets,
the weediest person I ever saw—
despite multiple attempts  to cultivate her,
she remains herself.  No apologies.  No regrets. 

She’s read each book twice: sci-fi and murder
mysteries,  finding God and edible
flowers, busking and classical drama,
Simone, Maya, e.e., A.A. and me.

In flowered shirt and toe-cut tennis shoes,
she hums blues in parking lots of vendors
as if normalcy existed as foil
to exceptional, as if God’s treasure.

And she is like a dandelion tree in
in a plastic sea, parachuting seeds
that will grow minds and imagination
in any ground, government and season.



For my prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Weeds/Weediness



Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast 



21 comments:

Jae Rose said...

I think she is fine and beautiful..humming her own song...what better?

Sanaa Rizvi said...

And she is like a dandelion tree in
in a plastic sea, parachuting seeds
that will grow minds and imagination
in any ground, government and season.

She sounds fragile but at the same time bears a nature so resilient..!
I loved how you compared her to a dandelion tree! :D
Beautifully captured :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Mary said...

Anyone who parachutes seeds that will grow minds and imagination can be as weedy as they want to be! No apologies necessary.

Sumana Roy said...

i can picture her in my mind's eye "parachuting seeds / that will grow minds and imagination" and growing faster...weediest person indeed! but a happy self :)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Susan,

The bookseller reminds me of many I have met, around the world in the quaintest of odd bookshops. A haven of seeds of learning..
Eileen

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Gotta love a woman like that: I love "as if normalcy existed as foil to exceptional". Love the dandelion tree in a sea of plastic. Tell her she is my She-ro! LOL.

annell4 said...

Whoa! What a good poem! I loved it.

Myrna R. said...

"a dandelion tree in
in a plastic sea, parachuting seeds
that will grow minds and imagination"

This makes me love weeds even more as plants and as people.

You've sketched a beautiful person here.

moondustwriter said...

Cheers to the open air and walking free with open toed sneakers.
The weed is never understood is she?

Maude Lynn said...

Oh, how I want to be her! Love this, Susan.

Debi Swim said...

I like this weedy lady!

Old Egg said...

My wife had a second hand bookshop and at weekends I helped out. It was one of the most rewarding (unpaid) jobs I ever had. It is so sad to see so many disappear in this technological age. This brought back so many memories Susan.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Love this portrait, particularly the final verse.

Sara McNulty said...

I love the bookseller! Your last stanza is brilliant, Susan.

Susie Clevenger said...

She is my kind of dandelion spirit. I am more weed than rose.

Vandana Sharma said...

a brave woman

Gillena Cox said...

Wow! your use of imagery is sensational in this one; what a fond character you have drawn with your vivacious words

thanks for dropping in to read mine

much love...

Anonymous said...

Yes! Maybe we do have such a strong reaction to weeds because they remind us of the unstoppable force of nature in a plastic world. Brilliant!

rallentanda said...

Good for her. She seems happy with her lot !

Gen Giggles said...

A great way to describe a singular person.

Intelliblog said...

Weedy, yes, but cultivated and cultured. Any bookseller who reads the books they sell is my kind of person!
Lovely poem, Susan!