Today, when you spoke to my class, even though you said poetry is, like, the little ignored child of the art world, I think you were actually, at least for that moment, a poetry shaman. Because that's what poetry is, and does.
Dear friend with a gold necklace around your neck,
How glad I was to see you, as I descended the stairs from poetry class to my office, where I would be readying myself for--let's face it--a bit of an ordeal. Without even saying so, I admired your necklace--a delicate little grace note to the song of your lovely unexpected self.
Lovelier every passing day, that's what you are.
Oh how jangled up I got, contemplating you. The notes I took, the emails I sent, the Google Drive invitations I sent. Now that you're all over, now that I'm looking back on it, how overheated all that seems--but I think, difficulty, that all the jangly effort is what makes the relief so delicious.
That's right: I can actually taste it, the relief.
Dear Panang curry,
Speaking of delicious: I totally felt like I had earned you, at the end of the very long, quite ordeal-ish day. O roast-y peanuts! O bamboo shoot! O Thai basil!
There really should be a song about you,
Maybe I should be praying to the gods of narrative, but I am literally vibrating with anxiety about the fact that tonight's was the episode before the episode before the final episode. There was a lot of gunplay. I know we've been heading in this direction for six seasons, but I am afraid of who's going to die next.
Just make it fitting, somehow. If you can do that.
Dear cruelest month,
I know, you prefer the name April. But if I have to call you by a nickname, I prefer National Poetry Month. I hope you know I'll be celebrating you times thirty to the power of all the meters.
There probably should be cake, but there will at least be a poem about cake.
At least I hope so,
I want cake. I want a poem about cake.ReplyDelete
And thank you for this.
Are you poeming at the SWC blog? Or our old but now new again blog? I could post them both places I guess but I only want to do what you do.
Or we could post them to our own blogs and wala the double whammy???