Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Birth of a Poet & Poems are Everywhere/deVerse




Birth of a Poet

The poet is recent
Mother loved poetry 
Reading often
When we were small

It was clear
Who I was
Imagine the surprise
I began to write

About everything
Under the sun
Shoes and sailing ships
Commoner and kings
Wild places -- bracelets and rings


January 30, 2018



Poems are Everywhere

You sort my mind
Get in line
Up my sleeve

March to the drum beat
All things ordered
Much to see…and say

The rhythm of “me”
The deep blue sea
Sounds of guns

And silence, too
Whisper secrets
Sing along
...A rhyme or two

January 30, 2018




6 comments:

Frank Hubeny said...

Nice sound in the two quadrilles. Poems are everywhere and one starts when small.

brudberg said...

Love to hear how you walk your mother's footsteps... and how you reflect on the way a poem is formed in the second.

Sherry Marr said...

I love "Birth of a Poet". Love that your mother read poetry to you as a child. I enjoyed both of these and really like the format.

Victoria said...

I'm with you. My mother and grandmother read poetry to me as a child. And my mom, even a few days before her death and with dementia, could recite a few word by word. We read "The Puffin" at her funeral.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

"The rhythm of “me” The deep blue sea Sounds of guns and silence, too Whisper secrets Sing along".. this is so powerful!

indybev said...

Ah ... my heart responds to rhyme! My mother used to recite James Whicomb Riley's"Li'l Orphant Annie" verbatim!