April 10, 2009
In Honor of National Poetry Month
photo via stefski
In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers.
Swimming aimlessly is luxury just as walking
loudly up a shallow stream is.As we lean over the deep well, we whisper.
Friends at hearths are drawn to the one warm air;
strangers meet on beaches drawn to the one wet sea.What wd it be to be water, one body of water
(what water is is another mystery) (We are
water divided.) It wd be a self without walls,
with surface tension, specific gravity a local
exchange between bedrock and cloud of falling and rising,
rising to fall, falling to rise.Excerpted from Springing by Marie Ponsot
Kristina: Goosebumps! Reading excellent poetry is such a joyous thing. Thanks.
Oh, and FYI: I had a pop-up just now.1 year ago
Ugh, okay. Thanks for letting me know, Kristina.1 year ago
Lisa (dinner party): What a nice way to start a Friday.
Happy Easter & weekend and all of that.1 year ago
Karen: Lovely poem — Happy Easter!1 year ago
Sara Rose: I had a pop up too. Poo. It could just be my computer though- I’ve had all sorts of glitches lately. Blegh. I’m so glad it’s poetry month- I better post a few faves on my blog too!1 year ago
Gail: What a lovely selection, Sara. Thank you! At first, I thought you were the author….oh ye of many talents.
You continue to amaze and delight me with all of the wondrous varied entries you include on the Pink of Perfection! Thank you!1 year ago