Image of the Day: Small green globes of unripe tomatoes, holding summer's juice inside their skin.
I'm enrolled in this free, online poetry workshop and they have these videos of poets talking about the craft of poetry, which is fabulous and reminds me of so much good poets and poetry I need to read and reread and today I was reminded of Robert Creeley. You should read this poem about love and language here.
So in April, while I was trying to write a poem a day and failing, I did write a few Swedish Fairy tale poems. I made these completely up but it was fun. My father's side of the family is Swedish, and I got this book, Jolly Calle and other Swedish fairy tales, but I can't seem to get into them. So I just made up my own. Anyway, you can read one of them here, at Rose Red Review. You should also check out the art work and other writers in there. And then go write your own fairy tale, using your heritage.
Yesterday my son and I went to a nearby town's fourth of July parade. They had, of course, closed off the main street into town and the parade was all lined up as we walked into town past it. Our own private preview. It was a great parade but LOUD. My son dancing and clapping and getting more excited about a packet of carrot seeds being thrown to him rather than all the candy.
I hope you enjoyed your fourth.
Mary Ruefle quoting Milosz: "The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person" (140).
Winter and I am awake again
in the darkness of a moonless night
no light to drive out the black animal
that creeps about my head
tonguing its way around hidden hurts
like an evil mother
licking to life the morbid thoughts
of 3 am.