Very crisp and descriptive, bordering on mesmerizing, Sharon. It can be
hard not to slip into hackneyed romanticism when basically standing
privately in awe of nature, but you managed to keep this interesting, owing
largely to the aural bounce as Max touched upon. Re: War, I prefer WWIII to
Korean myself - it's more established a concept, an idiom, and bringing in
too much "human culture" and contemporaneity might compromise the beautiful
poise of the poem.
Thanks for this. :)
KS
On 4 April 2013 09:45, Andrew Burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Yes, I too like it - I'm a Sharon fan. But how about Korean War instead of
> WWII? It is more threatening to be repeated at present.
>
> I'm glad you've broken the drought, Sharon. I know how you feel!
>
>
> Andrew
>
>
> On 4 April 2013 16:18, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Sharon,
> >
> > I admire this poem for its vivid and natural blend of sensory and
> > conceptual realities. Lovely!
> >
> > Sheila
> >
> > Sent from my Kindle Fire
> >
> >
> >
> > _____________________________________________
> > From: sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>
> > Sent: Wed Apr 03 15:46:39 MST 2013
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: um. a poem. maybe?
> >
> >
> > *
> >
> > Ode to April
> >
> > The waxwings have come and gone.
> >
> > Blue stars open in the garden, a blue
> >
> > deeper than dusk. Seasonal worries
> >
> > are still a ways off: flooding rivers,
> >
> > drought in the fields, fire in dry woods.
> >
> > Fire leaping across the tops of trees,
> >
> > toward town. For now, as distant
> >
> > as World War III, and as close. We
> >
> > turn off our furnaces, shake out
> >
> > the rugs, sweep the bare floors.
> >
> > The ash trees, bereft of berries,
> >
> > push out buds. Squirrels dig
> >
> > in the unfrozen flower beds,
> >
> > searching out remnants of last
> >
> > year’s treasures. The house cat
> >
> > watches from the window. What
> >
> > do seasons mean to her? In an old
> >
> > woman’s memory, these years blur
> >
> > together. Once there were young
> >
> > men, piled like kindling, hard as
> >
> > seasoned wood. All gone now.
> >
> > *
> >
> >
> > --
> > sharon brogan
> > http://www.sbpoet.com
> > http://www.sbpoet.net
> > http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net
> > 406.578.1788
> >
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> 'Undercover of Lightness'
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> 'Shikibu Shuffle'
>
> http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/new-from-aboveground-press-shikibu.html
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