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 randompoeticthoughts
i would do better
alone in this world
with no one to speak to me,
just leave me alone!
i just want some peace
can’t you see in my eyes?
i despise human speech,
it just takes too much time.
i don’t care if you sit there
and just shut your mouth,
you can be in my presence
but you need to learn how!
it shouldn’t be hard
to be silent for hours
but from my experience,
no one else has this power.
i just want to go
somewhere secluded,
no voice but my own,
and a peace never ruined.
this sounds familiar…