Welcome to the 83rd 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.
It’s a new year, and if you haven’t heard there is a new feature on the blog this year . . . my first ever, poetry reading challenge. Yup, that means everyone should be signing up because all you need to do is read 1 book of poetry.
Today’s poem comes from Dayle Furlong’s Open Slowly, which I reviewed earlier this week:
Dizzy Mountain Precipice (page 42)
On a dizzy mountain precipice I dangle
precarious between
here and now —
then and maybe
he floats by
a dandelion seed caught on a breeze
my heart, a fat cherub
clumsy hands pluck at the veins —
a choir of children
could not capture
the harmony of this
lost love.
I plant memory firmly
on this mountain
a flag.
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.
Welcome to the 83rd 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.
It’s a new year, and if you haven’t heard there is a new feature on the blog this year . . . my first ever, poetry reading challenge. Yup, that means everyone should be signing up because all you need to do is read 1 book of poetry.
Today’s poem comes from Dayle Furlong’s Open Slowly, which I reviewed earlier this week:
