In honor of National Poetry Month here's another poem for April:
FRIENDED FACES
Here between the worlds we meet: the sister
of a man I used to work with - a former-lover
last seen in the seventies who now writes
plays in New York City - a woman in Malton,
North Yorkshire who loves a dead poet
I too adore - two cousins, one brother - a niece
who knits hats - a niece who strings glass beads -
a nephew who built his wife a sleek maple desk -
a poet from Indiana and six more from near here -
a hurdy-gurdy player, and the activist actor
who played Sulu on Star Trek - my son's friend
Shannon and my mother's caregiver Anita -
Sheila from Ocala, Florida, and Sheila from England,
and Sheila the memoir writer on the Olympic Peninsula -
writers, witches, Buddhists, Mormons, yogis
dancing in a stream of words at three a. m.
clicking LIKE, clicking SHARE - love, hate, despair,
war, politics, cute cats, wise dogs, coyotes
in the garden eating red-feathered chickens -
all fair game, all grist for our mill, all encompassing
as the white keys tap, tap, tap us toward dawn.
Okay, I hate the new Google changes to blogspot - it eats the poem format! The above poem actually started life with line breaks. May have to move the blog off Google.
ReplyDeleteDeleted the poem and retyped it and it still won't do line breaks! What a miserable useless piece of . . . need to breathe, have a cup of tea, and think happy thoughts.
ReplyDeleteYou mean like this?
ReplyDeleteFRIENDED FACES
Here between the worlds we meet:
the sister of a man I used to work with -
a former-lover last seen in the seventies
who now writes plays in New York City -
a woman in Malton, North Yorkshire
who loves a dead poet I too adore -
two cousins, one brother - a niece who knits hats -
a niece who strings glass beads - a nephew who built his wife
a sleek maple desk - a poet from Indiana
and six more from near here -
a hurdy-gurdy player, and the activist actor
who played Sulu on Star Trek -
my son's friend Shannon and my mother's caregiver Anita -
Sheila from Ocala, Florida, and Sheila from England,
and Sheila the memoir writer on the Olympic Peninsula - writers, witches, Buddhists, Mormons,
yogis dancing in a stream of words at three a. m.
clicking LIKE, clicking SHARE - love, hate, despair, war, politics, cute cats, wise dogs, coyotes in the garden eating red-feathered chickens -
all fair game, all grist for our mill, all encompassing
as the white keys tap, tap, tap us toward dawn.
Kudos from one poet to another!