Snapshot Poem 15 August 02007

Dave is losing patience with all this muddling about. I think he wants me to write. So here's a quick and not especially good snapshot poem -- but hey, I'm writing.

I'll have a better one for you tomorrow.

Today 500 more
dead in Iraq. Young
soldiers come back

from there, and kill
themselves. An earth-
quake in Peru. A friend

is torn, by love, by
rage. The Black Cat
Fire hunts neighbors

from their homes.
Today I will rewire
a lamp. The man

at the hardware store
gave me parts
and instructions.

I brought home
strawberries,
blueberries,

heavy cream.

Comments

[Dave]

Well, thanks, but hey, I understand the impulse very well. Muddling around with the design of the blog is a wonderful way to procrastinate from writing, and like you, I have more than one blog I can muck around with.

I too was moved by the story about the spike in suicides among soldiers yesterday.

Looking forward to your Poetry Thursday post!

[John B.]

I liked this. It reminded me of W.C. Williams' "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus," but sort of turned inside-out: the "big" things matter, but so also do the instructions for rewiring the lamp and the berries and cream--to rework Frost's description of poetry a bit, they are stays against the confusion of the times.
Sorry for blathering.

[SB]

Please, do feel free to blather in such a complimentary way any time you like.