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116th Virtual Poetry Circle

Today’s poem is from Saul Williams’ She (page 72-3) (read my review):

I simply want to be
the love song
dangling from her lips
unfiltered
ever burning at the end
the beginning forever
at her lips
my dreams
on the tip of her tongue

she breathes
clouds of mystery
once mine
smoke signals
another lifetime
now dissolved
into thin air

and when
the mystery is gone
so is the fire

maybe if I came in packs
(like wolves)
but there’d still be the warning
for pregnant women
love’s suffering addiction
can turn hearts yellow

I want to be
the one she calls
on her cigarette break
not the cause of it

Welcome to the 116th 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 2011 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please contribute to the growing list of 2011 Indie Lit Award Poetry Suggestions, visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April.

So what did you think?

  • I like that same stanza, though anything compared to cigarettes is a big turn-off for me.

  • Beth Hoffman

    I like every bit of this poem, so much so that I read it twice. This really stood out for me: “love’s suffering addiction can turn hearts yellow…”

    • I really loved this collection. I really enjoyed that whole stanza!

      maybe if I came in packs
      (like wolves)
      but there’d still be the warning
      for pregnant women
      love’s suffering addiction
      can turn hearts yellow

      It’s ironic that the narrator wants to be a pack of cigarettes so that he can be close to her again….but the love they have is as poisonous as the cigarettes she smokes.