119th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 119th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Also, sign up for the 2011 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please contribute to the growing list of 2011 Indie Lit Award Poetry Suggestions, visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April.
Today's poem is from Waking by Ron Rash (page 6):
Sleepwalking
Strange how I never once woke in a hall, on a porch step, but always outside, bare feet slick with dew-grass, the house deeper shadow, while above moon leaning its round shoulder to the white oak's limbs, stars thrown skyward like fistfuls of jacks. Rising as if from water the way dark lightened, it all slow-returning, reluctant, as though while I'd been sleeping summoned away to attend matters other than a child's need for a world to be in.
So what did you think?