Three tries, three very different poems.
life was art
no order
perplexing harmonies
I was left feeling dizzy
the thing was
I had imagined something
not
as
unpredictable
and bumpy
the poetry is timeless
who questions this?
no one
How much is "enough time?"
We hope for enough time, knowing there is never enough time.
Except, maybe, in poems -- in writing them and reading them,
far inside them where we lose account of minutes.
Except, maybe, in photographs,
where time sleeps but doesn't close its eyes.
Back in 2012, I subscribed for a year to the Poetry Foundation's poetry journal. I never read more than a poem or two here or there, but I also couldn't find it in me to send them to recycling. Now I've found the perfect use for them. I'm using Poetry to make poetry and art!
Thank you, Poetry Sisters, for this week's challenge. It was fun!
And thanks to all who signed up to host Poetry Friday July-December. The schedule is filled!
Linda has today's Poetry Friday Roundup at A Word Edgewise. It's her annual "clunker" exchange!
