I am, simply put, in awe.
I don't know why I never found this thread before. All of these are incredible!! I've been doing research the last few weeks for an English paper that I have to write on an American author, and have read hundreds of poems by many different poets - but now I just wish that I could choose one of you to write on! Firefangled's poetry, especially, dwarfs any of the writers I've found. I don't suppose you publish anywhere, Fire? Or live in America?
But I wish somebody would delete my poems that have been posted here; they're horrible in comparison
I'm really embarassed!
Anywho, here's one I found recently that I loved so much I sent it to my parents back in the US:
She is playing frogs in the long grass,
rippling the reedy sea with a series of
jerky bobs
and dips.
I see her;
bubbling carefree,
her blonde hair splashing a path
that catches the sun like broken water.
If I followed it I would find her hunkered
against the ground, stained
every shade from green to brown,
all knees and jutting elbows,
and I’d watch her, as she watches creatures
weave amongst the grass,
greeting them broadly with a throaty croak:
‘Ribbit’ for bees in their striped pajamas,
‘Ribbit’ for beetles like pebbles dropped in water,
‘Ribbit’ for butterflies skimming the breeze,
remembering how I saw her for the first time.
How nerves, like the ultrasound,
pressed into my belly.
How I stared into the murky screen,
sensing movement
swimming just below the surface.
The nurse pointing out details
vague as smoke,
an arm,
a questioning spinal curl,
crossed legs, splayed fingers
the fast shutter of a heartbeat,
two flooded lungs like wide eyes
staring back at me.
How for days afterwards I breathed more deeply.
Now she cocks a curious eye
towards the pond, still as stone.
A pond skater grapples the surface.
I watch, breathless, as she leaps.
By
The Fifth Element