Monday, April 07, 2008

Did you know ...?

It's National Poetry Month, all month long. So attend some poetry slams with the beatniks. Dust off your old copy of Leaves of Grass and pontificate over Walt Whitman's words until your head explodes. Write and read and create and admire. I haven't been writing quite the amount of poetry that I once did ... fell in and out of the "one a day" habit and got terribly lazy scribbling out some occasional verse just before bedtime ... but I can still try and wrap my head around a poet's words. I do it as often as I can. Here's an offering that, while I haven't solved the riddle in his way just yet, has some very good lines within it. Picture painters are my favorite.

Just
by Alan Shapiro

after the downpour, in the early evening,
late sunlight glinting off the raindrops sliding
down the broad backs of the redbud leaves
beside the porch, beyond the railing, each leaf
bending and springing back and bending again
beneath the dripping,
between existences,
ecstatic, the souls grow mischievous, they break ranks,
swerve from the rigid V's of their migration,
their iron destinies, down to the leaves
they flutter in among, rising and settling,
bodiless, but pretending to have bodies,

their weightlessness more weightless for the ruse,
their freedom freer, their as-ifs nearly not,
until the night falls like an order and
they rise on one vast wing that darkens down
the endless flyways into other bodies.

Nothing will make you less afraid.


5 comments:

plainoldsarah said...

it always amazes me how poetry creates images that automatically make me feel something. thanks for the reminder about poetry month - i shared a good poem with the kids today because of this.

SJ said...

What made you choose this one?

Oh, btw, Sarah, nice pio-photo

plainoldsarah said...

thanks - i figured it fit my name. =)

Dainon. said...

You've got it backwards ... see, these poems pick me. Maybe I'll even figger this thing out one day.

Olivia said...

beautiful beautiful.