Here Is the Song I Bring

By Melissa Wood

This is a book that follows flowers and the seasons and paces the seasons with the ages of the life, beginning with molecular prebirth and ending with aging and death. Melissa is the accordionist with the Rosendale Improvement Association Brass Band and Social Club. She has had poetry published by Silver Birch Press. This is her book of eco poems about herbs and flowers. She studies etymology, builds sculptural and functional objects, and is a multi-instrumentalist. She lives in New Yorks play land, the Valley. She teaches English language arts. You may view her poetry and essays at honeybeewood.wordpress.com.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524551230

Melissa Wood

Melissa is the accordionist with the Rosendale Improvement Association Brass Band and Social Club. She has had poetry published by Silver Birch Press. She is currently polishing her book of eco-poems about herbs and flowers. She studies etymology, builds sculptural and functional objects, and is a multi-instrumentalist. She lives in New York’s play land, the Valley. She teaches English language arts. View her poetry and essays at honeybeewood.wordpress.com.

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Here Is the Song I Bring

Melissa Wood

Copyright © 2016 by Melissa Wood.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5245-5124-7

                eBook           978-1-5245-5123-0

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Rev. date: 10/13/2016

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Contents

BEFORE WORD

1. Bacteriologist

2. Club Viral

3. Mycology

SPRING

4. Here is a Song

5. Hyacinth

6. Fizzy Cup

7. Spring Park

8. Crocus

9. Blue Flag

10. Pepper My Bowl

11. The Unfixed Point

12. Tremblebreath

13. Ladies of the Night

14. Scilla

15. Sweet Melissa

16. Narcissus

17. Girl Called Funny

18. Passover/Easter Dinner

SUMMER

19. Glow Face

20. Scarlet Monarda

21. Snapdragon

22. Black-Eyed Susan

23. I want

24. Peach

25. Morning Glory

26. Poppy

27. Lantana

28. Marching Band and Social Club

29. Little Gymnast

30. Home

31. Swell

32. Rain

I.

II.

III.

AUTUMN

33. Peachie’s Beauty Shop

34. Feng Shui

35. Burning Down the House

36. Rosemary

37. Train Song

38. The Big Apple

39. War

40. Mum

41. Day Lily

42. Little Bird

43. Get Up

44. Coywolf

45. Following Dragonflies

46. Heath

47. Reading the Compass and Chart

WINTER

48. Icebergs

49. Snow Gets In Your Eyes

50. Steinway

51. You Belong

52. Old Friends

53. Red Rose

54. Indian Pipe

55. Great Great Grand Mama

56. Time

BEYOND

57. Penetrate the Night or Hole in the Dimension

58. Mercury

59. Friday- A Dress for Venus

60. Mars

61. Jupiter

62. Saturn

63. Uranus

64. Neptune Visits New York

65. Pluto

DISCRETE

66. Po’towners

Before Word

Bacteriologist

She stains the CELL WALL

her favorite gram stain.

She calls me close,

leaning in, adjusting

the scope. Her fingertips

lightly touch my back, a gentle

push. Focus reveals structural

complexity that is

fixating. Envision

microorganisms

swimming in

crystal

violet.

Gloves of latex,

harbor my hands

from the minuscule

granade,

thoughts

swing

on saffron

vines.

I swoop into

a membrane,

just as it

divides.

Club Viral

Here is the cell, magnificent host

of a party gone viral. He said with

blood, sweat, or tears I could get

in/ urging, gripping, enthralling me.

He could pilot me, just follow my

inclination, my urge, that drive that

hits every elfin in the Laboratory

Club. Some in Berlin claim that the

excitement is airborne, found in the

breath of a pig dancing desire with

a monkey from South Africa.

Mycology

immersing

gazing into

views of you

adorned with dyes

hours lost amid the stacks

falling into colored forms

of fungi, my beast,

all consuming, you

eat the living.

The tales are all told

in your spore print,

that is the gripping

sure print,

but it is in

the

infinitesimal

microscopic

monument

where your

acidophiles and alkaphiles line up at