I'm writing poetry this month with Mary Lee Hahn, Kevin Hodgson, Steve Peterson, and Carol Varsalona. Today I went to Colorado Springs, spent the day with my mom, then struggled and finally wrote two kinda poems. I guess some days are like that.
"Relativity"
that sky
infinite
those clouds
ominous
those crops
extensive
we humans
infintesimal
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
Untitled
we exclaim over
vast wheaty wealth
that stretches
as far as we can see
we do not realize
foreboding gray clouds
fill the sky
directly behind us
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
I like them both for the contrasts of large and small, but I especially like the second one, with that last line separated. Ominously.
ReplyDeleteOminously is right. I like both and we are so very, very small.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere
ReplyDeletein these
deep fields of
memory,
I lost myself
amidst the stories,
and all I remember:
the way you helped me look
for forgotten wheat
in the family fields at noon,
with the sun overhead,
and how excited you were
when you found
what I had lost.
--Kevin