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:
Nice sound in the two quadrilles. Poems are everywhere and one starts when small.
Love to hear how you walk your mother's footsteps... and how you reflect on the way a poem is formed in the second.
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.
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.
"The rhythm of “me” The deep blue sea Sounds of guns and silence, too Whisper secrets Sing along".. this is so powerful!
Ah ... my heart responds to rhyme! My mother used to recite James Whicomb Riley's"Li'l Orphant Annie" verbatim!
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