240th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 240th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book 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 2014 Dive Into Poetry Reading Challenge because there are several levels of participation for your comfort level.
For more poetry, check out the stops on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour. And think about participating in the 2014 National Poetry Month Blog Tour — signups will begin in March.
Today’s poem is from Cornelius Eady from Hardheaded Weather:
Nina's Blues
Your body, hard vowels In a soft dress, is still.
What you can't know is that after you died All the black poets In New York City Took a deep breath, And breathed you out; Dark corners of small clubs, The silence you left twitching
On the floors of the gigs You turned your back on, The balled-up fists of notes Flung, angry from a keyboard.
You won't be able to hear us Try to etch what rose Off your eyes, from your throat.
Out you bleed, not as sweet, or sweaty, Through our dark fingertips. We drum rest We drum thank you We drum stay.
What do you think?