22nd Virtual Poetry Circle
Wow, 22 Virtual Poetry Circles! I'm amazed that this project has been successful. I really had no hope for it at all. I thought each week would have zero comments. Surprised me!
So, if we all continue to do well, I'll host a giveaway on the 25th Virtual Poetry Circle, which will fall on December 12, for all of you who've commented on these weekly events. I'll pop your names in a hat and choose a winner. Easy right?!
OK, Here's a poem up for reactions, interaction, and--dare I say it--analysis:
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.
Contemporary Poet John Amen is also a musician and editor of The Pedestal Magazine. This poem is from his most recent collection At the Threshold of Alchemy:
At The Funeral (Page 17)
The floorboards exhaled,
walls slept for the first time in years.
Grandma slouched in the foyer,
her belly mounding in her lap, makeup streaked.
I distracted myself in the basement, thinking
of Ms Gilham, my face in her cleavage.
Upstairs, aunts and neighbors -- the mercenaries
of resilience -- cooked, cleaned, scrubbed
until the house could have passed for a delivery room.
I reemerged,
dad and his brother gnawing the gristly silence.
No one noticed the stain on my corduroys
or saw me put a silver spoon in my pocket.
Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let's have a great discussion...pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
I've you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It's never too late to join the discussion.
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