Happy Poetry Friday!
This lovely love poem to poetry and poets sings for itself:
Tonight I Am In Love
by Dorianne Laux
Tonight, I am in love with poetry,
with the good words that saved me,
with the men and women who
uncapped their pens and laid the ink
on the blank canvas of the page.
I am shameless in my love; their faces
rising on the smoke and dust at the end
of day, their sullen eyes and crusty hearts,
the murky serum now turned to chalk
along the gone cords of their spines.
I’m reciting the first anonymous lines
that broke night’s thin shell: sonne under wode.
by Dorianne Laux
Tonight, I am in love with poetry,
with the good words that saved me,
with the men and women who
uncapped their pens and laid the ink
on the blank canvas of the page.
I am shameless in my love; their faces
rising on the smoke and dust at the end
of day, their sullen eyes and crusty hearts,
the murky serum now turned to chalk
along the gone cords of their spines.
I’m reciting the first anonymous lines
that broke night’s thin shell: sonne under wode.
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(Read the rest here.)
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The Poetry Friday round-up is hosted this week by Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe.
Thanks for sharing this poem. It reminds me to read poetry. I do read poems in my inbox daily, but I have a ton of poetry books on my shelves. My favorite line I wrote in my notebook: “I will bring the longing in your voices to rest against my old tired heart and call you back.”
ReplyDeleteKaren, reading and writing poetry is time well spent, even with the paperwork and the to do lists call me. These lines give me continues strength to walk with hope: Tonight, I am in love with poetry,/with the good words that saved me." Thank you for this poem that keeps me going.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, Karen. Thank you for sharing! As you know, my love for maintaining daily poetry habits (reading and writing) runs deep! 💞
ReplyDeleteKaren, that is a lovely poem. It does sing, and I loved reading it aloud this morning. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteI put the poem in my notebook. thank you for that.
ReplyDeletePerfect Poetry Friday poem! I love the idea that poets "saved them and gave them away in poems." We never know whose lives we'll touch with our words, or when it might happen, do we?
ReplyDeleteTonight I am in love with the murky serum of soup dumplings...
ReplyDeleteand the idea that every poem is at its heart a love poem.
Thanks for sharing that beautiful poem, Karen. I found myself wanting to recite it out loud and savor the sounds.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, everyone! I thought this selection would strike a chord (as it did, loudly and perfectly, with me.) :) I'm always thrilled to share such a lovely find.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful expression of gratitude. I can imagine the faces rising in the smoke over a beloved penned line. Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteI'm inspired to write a poem to the poets and poems that appear in my morning inbox. How I love to sit on the deck at dawn and let their words sing me into a day.
ReplyDeleteKaren, Thanks for sharing this single poem. It is a good reminder for me that sometimes simple is better. I love the last two lines of the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing this poem. I love her word choice and the quotes and allusions scattered throughout.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this one landed for so many of us. It does inspire a wonderful prompt — what I would I say to the poems and poets I have loved?
ReplyDeleteI saved it, Karen. This seems like a good one to copy by hand, or maybe an excerpt. It’s so moving to think about one person harvesting their days, making something out of them, and passing it along to someone else. xo
ReplyDeleteThat was me, Tabatha
DeleteTabatha, it's a copier and a keeper, for sure.
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