218th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 218th 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 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Check out the stops on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.
Today’s poem is from Joseph Millar's Blue Rust:
Labor Day
Even the bosses are sleeping late in the dusty light of September.
The parking lot’s empty and no one cares. No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas
or starts up the big machines in the shop, sanding and grinding, cutting and binding.
No one lays a flat bead of flux over a metal seam or lowers the steel forks from a tailgate.
Shadows gather inside the sleeve of the empty thermos beside the sink,
the bells go still by the channel buoy, the wind lies down in the west,
the tuna boats rest on their tie-up lines turning a little, this way and that. What do you think?