Any poem is possible
I am still upright. Bone is connected to tendon,
ligament to filament. I'm breathing,
and breath leads to song.
My brain is not just flesh, it is a canvas.
As long as I'm still here, any poem is possible.
Morning: I sit with coffee and the paper.
Better to sit outdoors, let the dog take her
desultory walks around the property,
show the squirrels what's what.
using brute force, if necessary.
Dog gives them the stink-eye and they shrink
back into the branches of a poplar.
Meanwhile, I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at
photographs of blues musicians
with solemn lakes for eyes,
reading a poem about birds aloud
to the audience in the trees.
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Author's Note
Saw a photo in a magazine and this came out.
Other stories by Gita M. Smith
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This crescendos with delight. *
Great build-up and killer last stanza. Any poem is possible is a perfect title.
Love the voice of the piece! And the kinetic flow of images that "wrangle word juice."
"word juice," cool!
Great poem, Gita!
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Last line is oddly long though. Starts to break apart on its own.
Consider:
with solemn lakes for eyes
reading a poem about birds
aloud to the audience in the trees.
Or:
with solemn lakes for eyes
reading aloud a poem about birds
to the audience in the trees.
To my ear, poem reads more smoothly without the commas around "if necessary"
Terrific work here!
A fine utterance.
*, Gita. Really well-done poetry.
Thanks to Bill Yarrow for his suggestions. I made some changes. I love this place.
I liked it better the way it was before.
Love the poem, especially the last stanza. ***
I am still upright. Bone is connected to tendon,
ligament to filament. I'm breathing,
and breath leads to song.
Yeah. And this makes my heart beat.*
Great work. Enjoyed. Strong closing.
Nice. I'm there with it.
Juice from word, reading to birds. Great stuff! *
'Meanwhile, I'm wrangling for word juice'
Nice wrangling. ***
Nice work *