82nd Virtual Poetry Circle
Welcome to the 82nd Virtual Poetry Circle!
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.
t’s a new year, and if you haven’t heard there is a new feature on the blog this year . . . my first ever, poetry reading challenge. Yup, that means everyone should be signing up because all you need to do is read 1 book of poetry.
Today's poem comes from Valerie Fox's The Rorschach Factory:
Adulation of a False God (page 39)
The alchemist never dreamed he could succumb to disease. He avoided
all his vices--avoided one each year. He frowned like Benjamin Franklin
on the 100 dollar bill. This world-- so which is it?
A pick-up truck or a person carried in it.
Or does the world reside outside, that is outdoors, in one of those silver or gold ghost-
reflecting spheres adorning a neighbor's lawn, a glaring eyeball of fire
on a chalk white concrete pillar: the subdivision gardener's improvisation
on Victorian superstition. He yearns to backstroke in a glass of beer,
scissor his legs, converse with Madame Lena She Knows What Is
The Trouble With You who will undo his hand while they stare
at the fragile, interchangeable lives of gaunt stars,
their color off their eyes and noses uneven containing
finally beauty, like everyone else's. 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. It’s never too late to join the discussion.