292nd Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 292nd 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 David Powers, recited by Clarissa Lotson:
Song of the Powers
Mine, said the stone, mine is the hour. I crush the scissors, such is my power. Stronger than wishes, my power, alone.
Mine, said the paper, mine are the words that smother the stone with imagined birds, reams of them, flown from the mind of the shaper.
Mine, said the scissors, mine all the knives gashing through paper’s ethereal lives; nothing’s so proper as tattering wishes.
As stone crushes scissors, as paper snuffs stone and scissors cut paper, all end alone. So heap up your paper and scissor your wishes and uproot the stone from the top of the hill. They all end alone as you will, you will.
What do you think?