"A poem is a record of a discovery."
— Ted Kooser
Every year in April I get the Poetry Month Blues. The Poetry Month Blues are formally defined as, "The state of being in which a blogger berates herself and indulges in melancholy for being too busy — every single April — to do something spectacular in celebration of one of her favorite art forms."
This year, however, I'm giving myself a hug and a complete pass because we've been going through some hard things. Things are looking up, though, and I'm back for this Poetry Friday (and I'm hosting!) I'm pretty sure I'll be around next week too. Hmmm. 50% of National Poetry Month. That's basically a failing grade but it feels like a win nevertheless.
This week I've got some Ted Kooser for you. He's singing the praises of the humble spiral notebook and elevating it (of course) to a metaphor for life and aging. I love, love, love him.
A Spiral Notebook
by Ted Kooser
The bright wire rolls like a porpoise
in and out of the calm blue sea
of the cover, or perhaps like a sleeper
twisting in and out of his dreams,
for it could hold a record of dreams
if you wanted to buy it for that
though it seems to be meant for
more serious work, with its
college-ruled lines and its cover
that states in emphatic white letters,
5 SUBJECT NOTEBOOK. It seems
(Read the rest here.)
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