46th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 46th Virtual Poetry Circle.
Even though I'm not near my computer, Virtual Poetry Circle continues. I may be in New York City this week for Book Expo America and the Book Blogger Convention, but I want the poetry discussions to continue in my absence.
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.
Today we return to contemporary poetry with the verses of Stephen Dunn:
The Kiss
She pressed her lips to mind.
—a typo
How many years I must have yearned for someone’s lips against mind. Pheromones, newly born, were floating between us. There was hardly any air.
She kissed me again, reaching that place that sends messages to toes and fingertips, then all the way to something like home. Some music was playing on its own.
Nothing like a woman who knows to kiss the right thing at the right time, then kisses the things she’s missed. How had I ever settled for less?
I was thinking this is intelligence, this is the wisest tongue since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear, speaking sense. It’s the Good,
defining itself. I was out of my mind. She was in. We married as soon as we could.
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.