reading a poem in an anthology
a poem that begins with grandmothers
ringing the necks of chickens
and ends with sir isaac newton
sitting on a bed
I realize I'd skipped a page
read two poems as one
and that my friends is poetry
sometimes you end up
in a place wholly unexpected
Art by Rodney Hatfield
There is a continuity --a soul perhaps-- that unites the essence of poetry. Your example is flawless.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful thought. I love how you view life.
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What a wonderful insight, beautifully expressed.
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DeleteSo funny and so true!! LOL! :)
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DeleteAS they say, been there, done that. With novel pages, too. heh.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and responding. :)
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