Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
thorny fingers flick the flesh
and i have thought
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch you
i cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
Lots of guest poets posting this month over at the poets.org Tumblr. I will be one of them in two weeks. Now you know this.
Tomorrow I am...
Poem submission by Janée Romesberg
dear starving stream
running beside the three-lane highway,
i see you nibbling at its bank,
trying to fill your belly-
rebelling against progress the only way you know how.
you are small and you are hungry but
graze elsewhere, else
the traffic currents and blacktop rapids
decide to sweep you away and
drive you under.
then,
you will be filled but
no one will know you,
no one will remember you
once trickled against our grain.
Kahaku River!