Week Four into my poetry reading challenge and I need to tell you the past few days have been difficult for me to keep my part of the bargain. Last week I picked up a cold from somewhere and now both kids are home sick. When that happens, I tend to just go through the motions. Do the basics. Make sure everyone’s alive at the end of the day, and then crawl into bed. As a result, I don’t have a lot to say this time around. Doesn’t mean I can’t share what I found, though, does it?
My reading selections for week four:
January 22nd – The Night My Lips First Spoke, by K.L. Register
Silence was the only word my lips ever spoke
Discovered K.L.’s blog after she visited here and I wanted to spend the whole day there. This is one of my favorite poems of hers.
There are some qualities – some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
Keeping with the silence theme from the first poem, I looked up the word silence and ran across this one from Poe. It’s been a while since I read anything from him. No need to mention how long.
January 24th – Elsewhere, by Geoshino Ollscia
I eat mud
when sun doesn’t shine
eyes, mine like seas, busk
heavy with the sadness of every season at winter.
What a way to grab my attention!
January 25th – Taker, by Carrick Cross
Some think it’s all about income
But greed is really just the symptom
Lack of hope is the real problem
Sack of cope is the deal I’m in
I like what this poem has to say.
January 26th – Silence, by Billy Collins
The stillness of the cup and the water in it,
the silence of the moon
and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun
Still thinking of silence. These lines speak directly to my heart. Looks like I need to do a separate post on silence.
January 27th – Train of Thought, by Janice T.
Embarking on a train of thought
The wheels at first turn slowly
As fuel begins to heat within
Thoughts are silent. The best thing about this poem is it reminds me of steampunk. Also, I love the analogy.
January 28th – The Darkened Fog, by Julie Heckman
My hands now weave a tone of time
The scent of which is delicate lime
So fragrant my fingertips play
Each hour the darkened fog designs
Surrounding my bone-covered fate.
An example of a Rispetto poem. I had no idea what Rispetto poetry was and had to go look it up.
You know, looking back over the week, I can see how I definitely wanted some quiet =). I might focus on sleep this coming week. Pure, blissful, peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.