Poetry Goal 2021: to read a poem* every day.
. . .
How fast it all goes, how fast the smoke clears.
And where the pile of leaves was,
an emptiness that suddenly seems vast.
+ . . .
My thoughts: Something so evocative and fierce yet somber, almost resigned. Life expectations from youth on. Humans survive, but do they truly live?
Fives slices of pie. No pie mentioned.
Study the Master (an echo poem for Ms. Clifton)
i do as you say,
study the masters.
i glean close.
your handiwork of words,
the discipline you command.
All that is huge and hinged with hope
are pressed into me.
+ . . .
*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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