Big Tent Poetry is a new poetry site. Each Monday they put up a prompt and on Friday people can leave their poems for others to read. This week's prompt was to write a persona poem by adopting the persona of someone working in a circus. But I didn't do that. I had a chance to attend an evening with Naomi Shahib Nye so wrote about that.
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Trip to listen to Naomi Shahib Nye, Poet, Speak in Manchester, NH
We went from baby leaves
to robust teenagers
in two hours
We left fisted lilacs
and traveled to open-faced
perfume factories
We said goodbye
to clean parks
where children play
and hello to Wayne,
a bum living with other
homeless people
Mountains shrank
in our rear-view mirror
while words
grew larger and larger
through the windshields
of our minds.
6 comments:
I really like the final two stanzas of this poem--leaving behind the physical/natural world while words take the place of its monuments.
Linda,
Love the last stanza.
Pamela
it's terrific when poems mash up different images. wonderful!
What an experience that must have been! Love the poem.
What an incredible evening that must have been. Well done, this poem!
And welcome to the Big Tent!!
Love this...sounds wonderful read out loud!
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