A rather excellent Poem Favoured from a new online poet
found by way of howard. Thank you again howard!
And one for Valentines day just passed.
I am on a poetry kick
“Every shooting star that is seen
from Earth is an angel who has just
received his wings”
Popular Folk Myth
When surrounded by vast
a black sky
that is nothing
illuminated by light
from starry nightlights
on their way
to the moon?
Valentine for Ernest Mann
– Naomi Shihab Nye
You can’t order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, “I’ll take two”
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
So I’ll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.
Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn’t understand why she was crying.
“I thought they had such beautiful eyes.”
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he reinvented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of the skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.
Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.
Thank you for posting my poem! I just added you to my RSS feeder and bookmarked you……I will have to write some more poetry now!
Sounds grand to me!
I’ve just done the same.