a sunny day in Latvia
Holding on to his mother's dress
which is chiffon
with yellow and purple flowers
remembers her ash-blond hair
her bright blue eyes
The escape artists
are identical twins
and remember each other
The three-year-old boy says
'It was red
And very cold'
summered on Lake Michigan
afraid of storms
would often embrace her as the clouds darkened
'How beautiful' 'How beautiful'
a trap springs
in the rat-infested grapes
Harry's fingers ribbon with blood
I remember Harry
sweet drunken Harry
I love this poem. I've been thinking about it since I joined facebook last week. I love facebook, but connecting with all these long lost friends and acquaintances have stirred up so many memories. I'm woozy with them at the moment.
I've decided for national poetry month, to write every day. I may (may) even share something with you...we'll see.
If you would like to be emailed a poem a day for National Poetry Month go here.
I'm sitting in our bed with the lap top ready for a night of reading and writing. I'm surrounded by:
- What I Think I know, by Robert Dana (the book the poem I shared came from)
- the creative family, by amanda blake soule,
- Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day, by Jeff hertzberg and Zoe Francois
- The Over-Soul, by Emerson
- A notebook, and a pen (for all that writing I'm going to be doing)
- The baby. Yes he's with me pretty much all the time, even when he's sleeping. I used to feel sorry for elephants for being pregnant for 22 months, but having Mason is sometimes like being pregnant for 22 months. But his smiles and laughs and sighs make it all so enjoyable. He's adorable, this one.
So I'm off--
to drown myself in words.