Welcome to the 75th 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.
Continuing with the holiday-themed poems, today’s poem is from Anne Porter:
Noel
When snow is shaken
From the balsam trees
And they’re cut down
And brought into our housesWhen clustered sparks
Of many-colored fire
Appear at night
In ordinary windowsWe hear and sing
The customary carolsThey bring us ragged miracles
And hay and candles
And flowering weeds of poetry
That are loved all the more
Because they are so commonBut there are carols
That carry phrases
Of the haunting music
Of the other world
A music wild and dangerous
As a prophet’s messageOr the fresh truth of children
Who though they come to us
From our own bodies
Are altogether new
With their small limbs
And birdlike voicesThey look at us
With their clear eyes
And ask the piercing questions
God alone can answer.
Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.
“They look at us
With their clear eyes
And ask the piercing questions
God alone can answer.”
So true! Children do ask hard questions, and sometimes “because” doesn’t cut it.