Poetry is about economy.
Economy of words,
economy of image.
That's why I think Ramona's recent observation on celery is poetry.
Fresh celery
tastes
like the wind.
I did a double take.
"What did you say?" I asked her.
"I said fresh celery tastes like the wind," she said, crunching another bite from a crisp stalk, and looking very much like a munching five-year-old rather than an artiste.
But, I know what lies beneath that deceptively cute exterior ... 'tis the heart of a poet.
More of Ramona's poems can be found here and here.
Poetry Friday is hosted today by none other than Kelly Herold, at Big A little a, who was there when it began (because she began it.) The roundup is here.
4 comments:
Well, now, I can be totally objective since I don't know Ramona (love that name, BTW), and I agree -- the heart and soul of a poet. I also like the dirty socks poem. Amazing for 3-1/2!
Great take on celery :)
Ah, she's the princess of celery!
That is truly poetic. I love it. I also loved the dirty socks poem and thought she had her theology just right. You should mix Jesus up with things like dirty socks - he should be in everything.
Sorry, that comes out sounding sanctimonious, I wish you could hear the wry laugh beneath the words.
Ramona is a joy to us - how much more so she must be to you!
No, I know just what you mean, Patience. He should be, and is, in with dirty socks and everything else. :-) I don't know what I was thinking way back then, to think for a moment of discouraging anything about that poem. :-)
Jama, Ramona is just her blog name, but we love Ramona Quimby so dearly and it fits our little Princess Ramona perfectly.
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