Explore Poems GO!


Rating: 3.7
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead
if the lips were gone. The year has been cut in half
with dull scissors, the solstice still looking for its square
on the calendar. Perhaps the scissors were really
lawn mowers or hoes. Perhaps God's calendar is Chinese.
As first I didn't understand those burlap dolls
slouched in Central Pennsylvania craft stores.
Where were the button eyes, the tiny pearl nostrils?
the smudgy pink watercolor cheeks?
I enter the woods--part Gretel, part Little Red.
Read More
Ratnakar Mandlik 29 May 2019
The nature's manifestations evident in woods during June nicely portrayed. Well deserved modern poem of thhe Day.
0 0 Reply
Dr Antony Theodore 29 May 2019
The year has been cut in half with dull scissors, the solstice still looking for its square on the calendar. great expressions. tony
0 0 Reply
Edward Kofi Louis 29 May 2019
Chilled and blue! ! Part little red. ?? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
0 0 Reply
Kumarmani Mahakul 29 May 2019
The sight of countryside and memories have been delineated so touchingly. It is justified for the modern poem of the poem of the day.
1 0 Reply
Rajnish Manga 29 May 2019
This is an impassioned account of a country side with a friendly forest in the neighborhood and lots of memories from the past. Thanks for sharing.
0 0 Reply
Sue Ann Simar 07 July 2013
This poem really spoke to me, it's feeling of loss, of suppressed emotions, it's questioning of how to deal with grief. It's obvious the voice of the poem doesn't forgive so easily- is struggling with how to forgive, is seeing forgiveness as a glank face, a blank cotton sheet- yet the teeth are there, the awful vees. The lips of the dead if their lips were gone- cannot speak for themselves, and here we are in time- watching for a square on the calendar, what calendar God uses...the integration of fairy tales- children lost in the woods- and family members-who prefer mysteries/novels to the mystery/fact of their own identity- the poem is alive with detail and leaves me with a sense of loss, of not knowing, of no discernible answer- just odd little facts to pile one on top of another- even the optical nerve, the liver don't give answers...how to forgive? A matter-of-fact My Amish neighbors forgive. But along with the poet, I'm also taken by the teeth, the branches, the forest all anger and yesterday. ... I will be thinking about this poem.....I admire its tenacity.
4 0 Reply
Random abstract 3 angles of high looking down. Sometimes it's the taking, sometimes it's the being taken
4 1 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

6/16/2021 8:11:35 AM #