Elderflower

Smelling late spring in this issue #143 of your weekly dose of fresh poetry

Suddenly
I smell the distinctive
scent of late spring - floral, mineral -
contrasts that complement.
Delicious.

Elderflower. I remember we had an elder tree in the garden. My mother used the berries for pancakes. Their distinctive taste was to my younger self not a full delight. Later, I got to appreciate the flowers. The parachutes of tiny white flowers. Not just for their beauty, but also for their fragrance. And their taste. Every year I make some cordial of it. And sometimes I use them to flavour homemade ice cream. That’s what I am going to do this year as well. My son ordered it. And now that it’s late spring, and the elders are blossoming, we are going out to harvest some this weekend, and then make some delights from it.

Do you like the taste and scent of elderflowers?

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Poetics in life

As you know, I am publishing poetry on blockchains. There are many reasons why I do that, but one of these reasons is for the people. Not in some altruistic kind of way (at least not that I want to speak about this time), but in the community members kind of way. As a cryptopoet, it is customary to be part of the cryptopoet community. And of the larger digital artist community. That is almost one thing, although it’s not very narrowly defined. But that, too, is something to talk about another day. In this community of poets who publish on blockchains, there are many wonderful, kind, generous, and talented human beings. Human beings, people, who are exemplary not just in their humanity, but also in their way of creating art. And that goes, like it happens when humans are involved, in many directions. One direction I am personally very excited about is the reimagination of the paper as holder of the poem. Or, of the shape a poem takes. In even other words: the poem as an object or a subject.

Yesterday, I was fortunate to meet some of these fantastic people in real life, at the opening of the POÈME SUBJKT exhibition in Paris. An exhibition where the boundaries of the canvas, and of poetry, are explored by brilliant artists such as Sasha Stiles and

Ana Maria Caballero. If you happen to be in or near Paris between now and 15 July, go visit the exhibition at Librairie Métamorphoses.

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Poetry elsewhere

Poets are sometimes simply conduits for commonly felt emotions, able to phrase our emotions in a way that paints the perfectly fitting picture. When an iconic rock star passes, an ode like OddWritings has written is the perfect example of this. Enjoy reading Tina Turner (and join the auction if you can).

Music and poetry come together more often. Not just in the obvious lyrics and notes combination. Friend of this publication

Bob Metivier

is creating a beautiful series of odes to instruments. It’s a great pleasure reading the poems, and maybe even learning about instruments you don’t know (that well). Enjoy reading this ode to an Oud, The Grace of the Oud:

The Grace of the Oud

The poems of David over on Tumbleweed Words are a direct contradiction to the things we get shown on places like Instagram. No glitter, no glamour, but real life. Maybe a bit on the dark side, but more realistic than your average Instagram image. Enjoy reading working class Friday:

working class Friday | poem