Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
This is me in all my post-performance glory!
I got both of my books signed, I got hugs from Tracy K. Smith AND Philip Levine, oh and I even got...
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.
Poem submission by Megan Cordero
I curl my feet up
Bone by bone
Until I’ve risen
To my toes
Ankles tight
Calves and thighs
Pressed together
Bottom in
Lift my chest
Shoulders down
Arms curved up
Fingers reaching
To the sky
And I’m floating
Light as air
Bourrée
Piqué
Port de bras
Floating through the clouds
Leaping
And I’m in
Another world
Gliding through the atmosphere
Escaping orbit
Breathing in
Pirouette
Fouette
Turn again
And I’m spinning
Miles away
Arms reach and pull
Back and forth
Torque increasing
And I’m flying
I feel the sun
My hair whips round
My pulse grows quicker
Losing every minute
Glissade
Arabesque
Throwing caution to the wind
Ripping through the stars
Grand jeté
Another lift
Further from the earth
And I’m gone
Somewhere distant
No one can touch me here.
I’m free.
The music stops
Plié
Finish
And I’m back on solid ground
No applause
My toes are bleeding
No tears or remorse
Just re-tape
Stand up straight
And press play again.
Love
On a trip this weekend some friends discovered that when...was a young girl this is...
They posted my poem!!!!