Original Poetry

Saffron · Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 11:59 pm Post subject:

My mother is visiting for Thanksgiving. She brought me a pile of letters I'd written to her during college. What fun to read them. You know, I think if I'd met myself, I'd have liked me. Here is a poem I'd enclosed in a letter written Jan. 24, 1981. I must have written it for the poetry class I was taking that J-term (short term we did during the month of January). I reported to my mom that the professors really liked it and said it was sound.

Anyway, here it is:

Open book
The ink begins to run,
Words disappear,
Replaced with the image of a face.
A familiar voice calls me back,
Another sentence --
The letters become lines of a a picture
A place I haven't seen for awhile.
How green our weeping willow
The boughs sweep like a wand,
Changing the leaves to words
They repeat themselves --
The blackness of the ink flows off
The page onto the wall;
A home movie.
Yes, that's us!
The ink drips
Tear drops back onto the page.

Thomas Hood · Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:28 pm Post subject:

Saffron · Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:48 pm Post subject:

Dissident Heart · Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 1:11 pm Post subject:

Saffron · Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 1:23 pm Post subject:

realiz · Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 1:33 pm Post subject:

DWill · Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:59 am Post subject:

When I was a kid in Connecticut, I had a hobby of bottle-collecting. I would roam the woods for "dumps" and search through the mostly broken glass for whole bottles and sometimes other objects. These were like treasures. I remember especially the old blueing bottle. In writing this I realized how much I like the word "blue."

FOUND

"Sawyer's Crystal Blueing",
the glass blue-tinted
and blue the sun seen through it.

A moment before unseen,
in a litter of glass,
in a litter of leaves,
buried to its shoulders,
an old blueing bottle
on the pitched bank of a stream.

Those people, years and years back,
had use for blueing,
but none for colored glass.

Spilled from a cart, this remained,
where it lay,
to cast a blue shadow
on an ordinary day.

Saffron · Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 1:15 pm Post subject:

DWill: Is the poem new? What does a blueing bottle look like?

I especially like:

where it lay,
to cast a blue shadow
on an ordinary day.

Thomas Hood · Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:20 pm Post subject:

Saffron · Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:25 pm Post subject:

DWill · Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 5:54 pm Post subject:

realiz · Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:54 pm Post subject: visual poetry

Here is a poem I wrote this morning about waves. I had this idea, but it did not turn out at all like I had originally envisioned.

Waves

wet
regret
tears to let
endless efforts to interpret
words, forget
regret
wet

low
sorrow
thorny blow
fruitless hope for tomorrow
sunk below
sorrow
low

mood
solitude
essence reviewed
gather nourishing soul food
change attitude
solitude
mood

fire
desire
spirits hire
grasping significance to inspire
want, inquire
desire
fire

night
delight
golden white
shimmering naked moon light
buoyant flight
delight
night

dress
happiness
needy regress
captured moment of completeness
inner caress
happiness
dress

GentleReader9 · Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:13 pm Post subject: Re: realiz's visual poetry post

cool.

realiz · Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:26 pm Post subject:

Saffron · Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 8:04 pm Post subject:

It does look like waves to me and I grew up 30 miles from the Atlantic Ocean!


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