On Poetry

[Angeline]

Ironically, I had forgotten I had read this Arthur Sze’s poem Snow. It had melted away with me from memory. Then there it was again, how like snow. That last line, crystalline, the entire poem ethereal reappears in my mind. Inspiring as a spring in her shroud.

It's a lovely poem, isn't it? He creates the sense of snow...the way it stills and obliterates one's world...and then with that final image melts it away. And he only uses the word snow once and only one direct image about it. Brilliant.

We had a big snowstorm in my neck of the woods last night into this morning so I'm really feeling this poem today lol.

 

[Angeline]

Renee Nicole Good, the mother of three who was murdered by an ICE agent in Minneapolis yesterday, was a USA citizen with no criminal record. She was also an award-winning poet.

Rest in power, Sister Renee. May your memory be a blessing. May you not be forgotten.

 

[SapioSexual9]

Rest in power, Sister Renee. May your memory be a blessing. May you not be forgotten.

 

[SpermFactory]

Rest in power, Sister Renee. May your memory be a blessing. May you not be forgotten.

 

[Angeline]

How We Disappear *

I am in the store touching things.
Linen napkins, a blue bowl.
The world is on fire and I am choosing
between two kinds of soap.

Everyone here is doing this, filling carts
with small comforts where somewhere a child
goes to bed hungry, while the earth heats,
while men make decisions about who gets to live.

I know what this is, this careful arranging
while everything collapses.
This is how we survive.
And also how we disappear.

*by Alessandra Olenow

 

[42BelowsBack]

How We Disappear *

I am in the store touching things.
Linen napkins, a blue bowl.
The world is on fire and I am choosing
between two kinds of soap.

Everyone here is doing this, filling carts
with small comforts where somewhere a child
goes to bed hungry, while the earth heats,
while men make decisions about who gets to live.

I know what this is, this careful arranging
while everything collapses.
This is how we survive.
And also how we disappear.

*by Alessandra Olenow

I have been feeling exactly like this. Rearranging my thoughts.