McCarra/Poetry was recently noted in a list of "100 Best Poetry Blogs" compiled by Accredited Online Colleges.....
Here's the link, if you're interested....
http://www.accreditedonlinecolleges.com/blog/2010/100-best-poetry-blogs/
They list some blogs that I was, of course, already aware of.....plus a bunch that I will now have to check out!!!!!
18 March 2010
16 March 2010
03 March 2010
Rooftop Photograph
angling towards the camera, the
eye that would have your soul
checking the light, and the filter
so some other can scan it into
the brainpan, in black and white, the
sun soon to set beyond the rooftops
were there pigeons? perhaps.
holding the corners, delicate,
as I hold you, edges so sharp,
still cutting clear, the sky unclouded,
a pane wiped of rain, the mirror
reflecting back, my eyes upon you always
eye that would have your soul
checking the light, and the filter
so some other can scan it into
the brainpan, in black and white, the
sun soon to set beyond the rooftops
were there pigeons? perhaps.
holding the corners, delicate,
as I hold you, edges so sharp,
still cutting clear, the sky unclouded,
a pane wiped of rain, the mirror
reflecting back, my eyes upon you always
He Speaks Again
there he was again, this time
between the honey and the
olive oil (first of the season) in the pantry, his tongue
tripping thick over his words.....it's
too cold, entirely, on your fire escape,
he says, and where is that cup of tea
I was wanting?
as she slops it into pale blue china,
German, gold-rimmed, the service
incomplete, sugar bowl smashed (how?)
and the sherds pressed into that
mosaic of broken things
and so, he lists her faults, as she
taps the tip of her shoe against the tile,
planning his last meal
between the honey and the
olive oil (first of the season) in the pantry, his tongue
tripping thick over his words.....it's
too cold, entirely, on your fire escape,
he says, and where is that cup of tea
I was wanting?
as she slops it into pale blue china,
German, gold-rimmed, the service
incomplete, sugar bowl smashed (how?)
and the sherds pressed into that
mosaic of broken things
and so, he lists her faults, as she
taps the tip of her shoe against the tile,
planning his last meal
Opening Day: Sunday
this new church, with piped-in music
and the occasional announcement, has
aisles for everything, new brick walls
sheltering two cashiers, ten registers,
one harried manager, and acres of
boxes, jars, bottles, bags, and shrink-wrapped
loveliness neatly shelved for
greedy fingers
anticipating the consumption of plastic
sandwiches and drugstore wine,
amen, I say to you, amen, let us save to spend
and spend again.....
funhouse mirror, fluorescent white light, and
pretty jars of hope and charity stacked just so......
the automatic doors open, shut, the
electric eye watches, benevolent red, burning
and the occasional announcement, has
aisles for everything, new brick walls
sheltering two cashiers, ten registers,
one harried manager, and acres of
boxes, jars, bottles, bags, and shrink-wrapped
loveliness neatly shelved for
greedy fingers
anticipating the consumption of plastic
sandwiches and drugstore wine,
amen, I say to you, amen, let us save to spend
and spend again.....
funhouse mirror, fluorescent white light, and
pretty jars of hope and charity stacked just so......
the automatic doors open, shut, the
electric eye watches, benevolent red, burning
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)