263rd Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 263rd 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.
Today’s poem is from Joshua Beckman's Take It:
[Dark mornings shown thy mask]
Dark mornings shown thy mask made well thy visage and voice rolling over and hearing some perfect sweetness that one broad soul poured forth again in happy countenance and ancient word
my city cold for me, my nature lost
come back
sallow soft and colorless thy dreams repent
as:
The whole family each with his own “Now, sweet child, we must kiss winter goodbye, and so too your furs.”
She clutched the puppy to her breast. “Not little Bobby, father.”
“Yes, my darling, little Bobby as well.”
And this, as she ought, was how Gretel remembered summer – a constant giving up of things and people.
What do you think?