One thing I love about receiving a daily poem from Poets.org is discovering poets I've never read before. Last week, this lovely poem by the Poet Laureate of Oregon, Anis Mojgani, landed in my Inbox. What have I done to deserve such gifts? (Oh, I'm glad I asked. I subscribed to the Poem-a-Day series. Subscribe, read, bookmark, repeat.)
by Anis Mojgani
Sometimes when you start to ramble
or rather when you feel you are starting to ramble
you will say Well, now I’m rambling
though I don’t think you ever are.
And if you ever are I don’t really care.
And not just because I and everyone really
at times falls into our own unspooling
—which really I think is a beautiful softness
of being human, trying to show someone else
the color of all our threads, wanting another to know
everything in us we are trying to show them—
....
(Read the rest here.)
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Patricia Franz at Reverie has the Poetry Friday round-up this week. And be sure to wish her
a happy 40th anniversary! Huzzah!
22 comments:
how cool! I don't know him personally but he's the brother of the wife of a college friend. I recognized because of the last name. thanks for sharing, beautiful poem!!
oh my gosh! I love the rambling! that might be its very own poetic form! giggling all the way to that poem-a-day link! Thank you, Karen (and thank you for the well-wishes).
Mojgani gives me hope for my rambling ways. And you've given me hope (and the link!) for a Poem-a-Day habit. :)
Stef, how cool is that? :D Wow, small world stuff, right? It's so nice to see you here!
Patricia, yes, I love "the ramble" as a poetic form. :) And again, happy anniversary! (Atticus and I will catch up with you next January on our 40th.) :) ❤️
Enjoy your daily poem, Bridget! As a fellow rambler, I can relate to taking hope from this poem. :D
I don't know what I love best, that "color of all our threads" or "specific sweetness", all woven into a wonderful love poem, Karen, whether for your significant other or a dear friend, older family, and on. I do get poem a day but must admit, I sometimes don't read them all. So, thanks for sharing a special one.
I loved this poem so much I went to listen to more of his poems. Thanks, Karen!
So lovely! I would melt if someone spoke so sweetly to me. Thank you for sharing. Swoon...
This is my reminder that I should NEVER delete a poem-a-day without reading, no matter how busy I think I am, because that might be the poem that perfectly captures my world in their own words. (I love my rambler so much, especially since I am...what's the opposite of a rambler? a mumbler? no...a LISTENER)
I think we all skip them sometimes, Linda! Then when I love one, it makes me wonder what treasures I've deleted. :)
Me too, Tabatha!
Happy to share the occasion for swooning. :)
I make that resolution, too, Mary Lee, but inevitably skip some. Then, like you, the perfect one lands and I wonder what treasures I've missed. :) Being a LISTENER is invaluable. I like to think I swing back and forth on the pendulum. :)
Oh, my gosh, love that! Thank you, Karen. I didn't know that poet either. I like the way the poem thins down into a manageable stream, no longer overflowing but still going.
Wow, such a lovely poem!! I really need to read more of his work. Thanks so much for sharing.
What an incredible poem...love that word, 'unspooling.' Such a lovely moment captured in this. Thank you.
I agree, Susan — much as rambling does! :)
My pleasure, Jama! I need to read more of his work, too.
And to think I almost didn't read this one because it was a busy day. So glad I did.
"our own unspooling" - <3
Karen, "What was a stream/now a river," you shared with us. The word unspooling is a keeper for further poems. Sometimes my 3-year-old granddaughter rambles with a soft little voice that I just love to hear. That is music to my ears because she did not want to talk in sentences when she was oneish.
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