Luckily, though, I do have a little time this morning to read through some of my bookmarked poems, and I think I owe it to my faithful readers to share a few of them...
|Our Bed Is Also Green|
|by Joshua Bell|
Please read the rest here and let me know what you think. I'm enchanted by the layout of this poem. The two-column format with alternating indentations...I'm not sure I know what that's about (which my most faithful of readers know I love), but I like it. The symmetry makes me wonder if the speaker is talking to another person (hence the two columns) or if he's talking to himself (hence the mirror images). And the choppiness of the breaks and space and indentations...I bet this poem is terrific when read aloud by the poet.
On to another great piece, this one by Catherine Bowman and delivered through the Poets.org Poem-A-Day email. I really like list poems and litanies. (Remind me to blog about my all-time favorite someday soon). They're great as mentor texts for teaching poetry writing and they're fun to read for poetry novices and experts alike. This poem reads like a litany to me...
|by Catherine Bowman|
When he procured her, she purveyed him. When he rationed her out, she made him provisional. On being provisional, he made her his trough. On being a trough, she made him her silo. At once a silo, he made her his cut. On being a cut, she made him her utensil. On being a utensil, he turned her downhill. So being downhill, she made him her skis. When she was his stethoscope, he was her steady beat. From beat she was dog, from dog he was fetch, from fetch she was jab, from jab he was fake. When he was her complex equation, she was his simple math. So she turned him into strong evidence, accessory after the fact.
Read the last few stanzas here. There are great twists and turns here and I really enjoy line and
stanza breaks. Oh, it also has a terrific ending. (Choosing where to end a litany must be challenging.)
But I'm pretty sure I need someone to define the word "stet" for me. I thought it was a verb.
If you have more time than me, check out some of the other good poems I haven't had gotten a chance
"Jet" by Tony Hoagland
"Dawn Dreams" by Rachel Hadas (This one will "insinuate all day at the corner of your eye." Brilliant.)
"Interruptions" by Mary Crow
"Alone for the Fifth Day" by Jason Shinder
"The Coming of Light" by Mark Strand
Hopefully you'll be able to take a moment and enjoy one or all of these. Let me know how it goes.
(I don't know what's messing up the format of this post, sorry. I can't figure it out!)