"Centrifugal" by Douglas S. Jones

wonderful poem~ it compelled me to share 😉 hope you enjoy!

American Life in Poetry: Column 395
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006

Here’s a delightful poem by Douglas S. Jones about a bicycle rider sharing his bike with a spider. Jones lives in Michigan and spiders live just about everywhere.

Centrifugal

The spider living in the bike seat has finally spun
its own spokes through the wheels.
I have seen it crawl upside down, armored
black and jigging back to the hollow frame,
have felt the stickiness break
as the tire pulls free the stitches of last night’s sewing.
We’ve ridden this bike together for a week now,
two legs in gyre by daylight, and at night,
the eight converting gears into looms, handle bars
into sails. This is how it is to be part of a cycle—
to be always in motion, and to be always
woven to something else.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2011 by Douglas S. Jones, whose most recent book of poems is the chapbook No Turning East, Pudding House Press, 2011. Poem reprinted from The Pinch, Vol. 31, no. 2, 2011, by permission of Douglas S. Jones and the publisher. Introduction copyright 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

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Published on EveryDayPoets "Running Past A War Memorial"

Published today! Yippee! Thank you EveryDayPoets for all of your support. If you love poetry, sign up for their updates. Some fabulous pieces by poets from all over the world posted, well, every day!

The poem: Running Past a War Memorial

Inspired by my run to the Korean War Memorial in Canton, MD (Baltimore). Enjoy!

Praying For a Safe Return for Neal and Jason

Friends, please help me in praying and sending positive energy to Glacier National Park where a good friend is currently missing with his hiking partner.

Dr. Neal Peckens is a good friend from St. Mary’s College of MD (and my birthday twin haha). He and his friend Jason Hiser were hiking in Glacier and missed their flight Friday – and were reported missing on Saturday. Searchers are doing everything they can… and I figure a little extra prayer/positive energy couldn’t hurt. Thank you in advance !!!

Latest updates are on the Glacier website.

From a recent news article from WJLA ABC 7:

“Rescue teams at Glacier National Park searched in wintery conditions and rugged terrain Sunday for two East Coast hikers reported missing by family members. Park officials said 50 searchers were looking for 32-year-old Neal Peckens of Virginia and 32-year-old Jason Hiser of Maryland.”

Let’s Go O’s!!! haiku

Hi everyone! As all my Twitter followers know, I’m a huge Baltimore sports fan… and today is game 5 versus the dreaded evil Yankees… sooooo in honor of the good guys, a haiku poem I posted on Opening Day a few years ago. Enjoy and Let’s Go O’s hon!
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fresh cut grass trimmed neat
my glove browned tan and beat soft
one crack of the bat…

i remember days
playing catch with my dad and
imagining that

girls could play baseball!
i remember Cal’s card in
the cereal box

added a hometown
smile to my collection, says:
let’s go O’s, let’s go!

Charles (on the corner)


A prophet
preaches to the scratched
hood of my car.
Hidden beneath baseball cap, dark wool
suit too big for slight bones,
He bows beneath
the weight of a necklace,
trinkets only he understands.
The heat a cloak over
dry and marbled outstretched hands; yet
He does not sweat.

He speaks—
prophecies, poems,
ancient secrets absolved
into Baltimore humidity
Without
any recompense. Without
any baptized soul
noticing.

(revised poem, previously posted)

PUBLISHED – EveryDayPoets Anthology II

My most lovely friends,
Happy news! I have two poems featured in the newest EveryDayPoets Anthology II. WOO! That’s right; this lady is in print… which surprisingly, in this age of digital everything, still feels oh so good…..

Get your copy today and support a great group of international poets!

Happy National Poetry Day!
-j

"Another Waiting" another look at it

Circa 2010 – appropriate for today
 
Another Waiting
 
Tuesday, I’ve written of you before,

you’re the day that seems to always attract the rain.

Now, my thoughts race around in a fog— the move, the secret.
It’s always about cycles,
grow and change and move.
Die and live and die.

Tonight I can’t see your face in the dark. Reaching out,
I can’t find the curve of your jaw. I can’t feel
the jeans on your legs. I can’t see your wide eyes shining
in the light sneaking in through the cracked door.
But you are in my head nevertheless.

Tuesday, you seem to breathe more slowly today.
Your head is back; your mouth is gaped open.
The air is thick and hard to swallow. Today, you may
just close your eyes and give up.

Live and die and live. It is all a cycle. Tuesday may be gone, but
there is another waiting.