276th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 276th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book 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.

Today’s poem is from Samuel Menashe, recited by John Reese:

At Cross Purposes

      1
Is this writing mine
Whose name is this
Did I underline
What I was to miss?

      2
An upheaval of leaves
Enlightens the tree
Rooted it receives   
Gusts on a spree

      3
Beauty makes me sad
Makes me grieve
I see what I must leave

      4
Scaffold, gallows
Do whose will
Who hallows wood
To build, kill

      5
Blind man, anvil
No hammer strikes
Your eyes are spikes

What do you think?