Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Where Does Poetry Hide?

...in the scruff of my dog's neck, right between her ears and her shoulder blades

...in the way the charcoal burns red hot in the chimney before I dump out the coals

...on the cool side of my pillow at 3 am

...in my mother's handwriting

...in the window of my classroom when I drive by in the summer

...in Halloween

...in the stack of waxed cardboard cartons of vegetables at my CSA pick up

...in the chain-link pattern of sunlight on the pool bottom

...in my fireplace

...in potatoes

...in my sister-in-law's eyes-- what color are they anyway?

...in playdoh

...in getting up early on Sunday morning and cooking

...on my bike

...in reading the newspaper

...in Adirondack chairs

...in my grandmother's diamond ring

...in cold tap water

...in Russian tea cakes (or are they Mexican wedding cakes?)

...in Scooby Doo: this time the monsters are real

....in La la

4 comments:

  1. Or is it the color of your mother's eyes?

    Maybe both.

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  2. I was actually asking if the original post was a poem.

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  3. No, it's a writing exercise that I did with my class.

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