Welcome to the 168th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Also, sign up for the 2012 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please visit the stops on the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.
Today’s poem is from fellow blogger Amy Durant‘s Out of True:
Palimpsest You said, someday, you’ll write me into a poem. I laughed. Listen: You open me, you crack and spill me like an egg, I overflow like a basin forgotten outdoors in a rainstorm. In this moment, I would stand outside, waiting for you with a bouquet of typewriter keys, the stems cocooned in newspaper. I would woo you with my inky palms. I would win you with the words behind my teeth. But to cover the raw, glistening truth, the vulnerable core, the place where I live, I said, you don’t want me to write about you; you couldn’t trust the words. Poets’ tongues are fat with lies.
What do you think?