197th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 197th 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 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please sign up to be a stop on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and visit the stops on the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.

Today’s poem is from Jehanne Dubrow‘s The Hardship Post:

Third Generation

We dream of falling as we fall
               asleep, but wake to feel
the weight of quilts, our pillows chill

       as granite to the cheek.
What science calls the hypnic jerk---
               a heartbeat slows too quickly

in the body's cage, air ripped,
        lynched half between the lips
and ribs.  We know that memory skips

                some families like a stone
across a lake.  They sleep alone.
         But we, the chosen ones,

are chosen for a crowded sleep,
                        each night compelled to leap
the barbed wire ledge, a heap

                of limbs.  We somersault
to spill ourselves on basalt
         slabs below.  It's not our fault,

this twitch of muscles snapping us
         from rest, electric pulse
so like descent we drop weightless

         until we flinch awake,
so sure of death that we mistake
                 our nightmares for the ache

         of breaking bone.

What do you think?

For Today’s National Poetry Month Tour post, click the image below!