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.
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:
