Poetry Goal 2020: to read a poem* every day.
. . .
You asked me if I would be sad when it happened
and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house
now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots
green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner,
as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that.
+ . . .
Memory is another poem that I wanted to share but it is longer than appropriate for a post, and yes! it features pie but I couldn’t get that portion to be meaningful without also sharing every stanza.
Basic and powerful, simple images yet evocative of place and time. With “three kinds of pie”!
I hinted for this to be a lovely gift to me to those who might be so inclined to need a suggestion.
Rating: FIVE SLICER
Collection #6 by Susana Gardner, Black Radish Books 2011, 115 pages
perhaps there is only gray in what we
must name experience — in what we
site as meaning or wayward curiology —
yet before this time I only saw black
as black or white as white though
gray might certainly and often overtake
me — much more often was caught on
the edge of what is so easily nicked —
. . .
*Or more. I’m not tracking, I’m just reading. I’m not limiting this experience to one poem a day – that is only the minimum.
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