Welcome to the 152nd 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 Elizabeth P. Glixman:
Laughing With My Father My father’s body is dust. Yet darkness never comes. Light sifts through memory. It is bright. I think of when he was here, vespers fly through my mind, Not like praise but like a Halloween witch’s scream Scaring me to forget. Her crooked nose Leads down the net path of dreams. I catch the light find how it weaves Through the glass prism of wonderland. No matter how I resist a different shape My father is on my sleeping pillow In my supermarket dreams. I pay for lettuce at the cash register. He speaks. The world spins without vacation. He tells Me to not forget the way his hair smelled Was full and dark, the way his Oldsmobile hauled newspapers, old mail, cancelled checks, nose plugging sneakers and Hershey Candy wrappers, The way his stories were pliable as stale gum, Only he would laugh at the boredom of this joke. He tells me to not forget the way he hit the golf ball No matter if it moved or not or flew over the lake greens and disappeared. It didn’t matter, Since he would always exist. Never be plucked. The day is done. The darkness is full of a light that does not fade. This dark is a gradation on the color chart of breathing In a world that never can stop. I watch late night TV in the blank hours The shroud of gray filters out howling. I rest in the dizziness of recall. The wind blows concisely outside It writes the end chapter in our novel. The crab apple trees in bloom. On my pillow or in the supermarket isle he watches He sings yes, we have no bananas, a favorite song And tells me the darkness will not come, to go to bed Drink my milk, Don’t stay up late, Be a good girl. Never sleep with boys. Marry well.
What do you think?