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  • Early October Snow by Robert Haight

    Enjoy Robert’s gorgeous poem of that first snow in October, the harbinger of what’s to come…. Taken from Ted Kooser’s American Life in Poetry.

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    Welcome to American Life in Poetry. For information on permissions and usage, or to download a PDF version of the column, visit http://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org.

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    American Life in Poetry: Column 498
    BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE

    Here’s a lovely poem for this lovely month, by Robert Haight, who lives in Michigan.

    Early October Snow

    It will not stay.
    But this morning we wake to pale muslin
    stretched across the grass.
    The pumpkins, still in the fields, are planets
    shrouded by clouds.
    The Weber wears a dunce cap
    and sits in the corner by the garage
    where asters wrap scarves
    around their necks to warm their blooms.
    The leaves, still soldered to their branches
    by a frozen drop of dew, splash
    apple and pear paint along the roadsides.
    It seems we have glanced out a window
    into the near future, mid-December, say,
    the black and white photo of winter
    carefully laid over the present autumn,
    like a morning we pause at the mirror
    inspecting the single strand of hair
    that overnight has turned to snow.

     

    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 ©2013 by Robert Haight from his most recent book of poems, Feeding Wild Birds, Mayapple Press, 2013. (Lines two and six are variations of lines by Herb Scott and John Woods.) Poem reprinted by permission of Robert Haight and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2014 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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    American Life in Poetry provides newspapers and online publications with a free weekly column featuring contemporary American poems. The sole mission of this project is to promote poetry: American Life in Poetry seeks to create a vigorous presence for poetry in our culture. There are no costs for reprinting the columns; we do require that you register your publication here and that the text of the column be reproduced without alteration.

    October 6, 2014

  • A burning sky dies over me

    a burning sky dies over me,
    sighs over me, extinguishes
    like a lit match
    blown softly unconscious.
    fingers flaming pass out
    into wispy smoke, clouds that once burned
    hot slowly rust,

    i watch them turn pyroclastic dark,

    they turn against me –
    an encroaching cloak of emptiness. i watch this death
    a hungry voyeur. i listen though
    nothing, nothing remains
    save a sliver of a moon croaking awake, and black silhouettes
    of trees and city rowhome skeletons whispering,
    you always leave, you always do
    but the gold is worth it for one brief hour,
    that one small time our eyes got big
    and drank colors possible only in dreams.

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    September 29, 2014

  • #Micropoetry on Twitter with @costa_jl

    Hi friends!
    While I haven’t had much chance to post new poetry on this blog recently, I have posted under #micropoetry on Twitter. Keep up with me by following @costa_jl

    • In ancient times …
    • Horizon is melted glass …

    Enjoy and look for poetry to be back soon!
    Jody

    September 25, 2014
    micropoetry, poem, poetry

  • Need a Creativity Boost? Play Tourist … Travel Tips for Your Everyday Life

    The following is an excerpt from my latest Linkedin post. Enjoy~ 

    You don’t have to wait to travel somewhere exotic in order to reap the benefits. You simply can change your perspective to boost creativity and effectiveness.

    The trick: adopt a vacation mentality in everyday life. Play tourist in your own backyard.

    Traveler Tip 1: Revel in the Details

    Traveler Tip 2: Bask in the Excitement of the “New”

    Traveler Tip 3: Be Unafraid to Look Silly

    Traveler Tip 4: Take Risks and Say Yes

    Traveler Tip 5: Slow Down and Enjoy

    Read the full article now!

    September 4, 2014

  • Looking for the Smoke

    in the dark spaces
    i went looking for the smoke.
    Thought i glimpsed it
    around the dust gathering on the third stair,
    followed it past open windows,
    chased it through the kitchen, a hallway
    filled with secret light,
    i went searching high,
    low, i found nothing.

    Felt my way in the early dark to the deck to see a
    skyline city far away, no avail. Went looking to the east
    and there! I saw a ghost of myself
    jumping free into dense air,
    she seemed convinced of one thing.

    August 29, 2014

  • I Buried My Brother

    I buried my brother. And now,
    the color of the sky has faded and with it
    Time has donned a mystical velvet robe. He
    wings me about the room like a mad scientist
    whose hands are tied with potions and promises;
    we were supposed to be
    in a future I created full of greenery
    and gold light. We were to be tomorrows and
    tomorrows long from now.

    His wand swirls round, stirring stars to wake. Another
    day is over, and so ends this illusion.
    I bury my head in my hands
    and cry into soft fabric folds of his gentle gown.

    August 26, 2014

  • Lemon

    Lemon in my hand has such soft waxen rind,
    the smell is citrus, light, acidic, clean.

    I am now 8 years old in a world of sand, sucking lemon juice
    through a peppermint stick, a grandparent’s treat.

    Then, I am Positano, a lemon of such giant size, and my family
    together watches rain wash candied terra cotta roofs clean.

    Once more, I’m at lunch in a blue room with my great aunt
    squeezing a distracted, thin slice into a diet coke.

    Always, a small bit of juice finds a crack in the skin and stings.
    Tomorrow, we’ll roll the pulp in sugar and have a sweet lick.

    August 15, 2014

  • Planting Peas from American Life in Poetry

    Lovely, lovely poem featured in American Life in Poetry today. I could read this over and over again. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. 

    BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE

    The ancient Chinese poets used to say that at some point in each poem the poet ought to lift his (or her) eyes, ought to look beyond the surface of the present into something deeper and more meaningful. Here is just such a poem by Linda M. Hasselstrom, who lives in South Dakota.

    Planting Peas

    It’s not spring yet, but I can’t
    wait anymore. I get the hoe,
    pull back the snow from the old
    furrows, expose the rich dark earth.
    I bare my hand and dole out shriveled peas,
    one by one.

    I see my grandmother’s hand,
    doing just this, dropping peas
    into gray gumbo that clings like clay.
    This moist earth is rich and dark
    as chocolate cake.

    Her hands cradle
    baby chicks; she finds kittens in the loft
    and hands them down to me, safe beside
    the ladder leading up to darkness.

    I miss
    her smile, her blue eyes, her biscuits and gravy,
    but mostly her hands.
    I push a pea into the earth,
    feel her hands pushing me back. She’ll come in May,
    she says, in long straight rows,
    dancing in light green dresses.

    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 ©1984 by Linda M. Hasselstrom; http://www.windbreakhouse.com. Her most recent book of poems, written with Twyla Hansen, is Dirt Songs, The Backwaters Press, 2011. Poem reprinted by permission of Linda M. Hasselstrom and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2014 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.
    August 11, 2014

  • Moving

    Boxes, open at the top, spring up like a new development
    of cookie cutter homes waiting to be bought.
    You discover pieces of Ikea chairs never assembled
    languishing in a closet you opened twice in four years
    and M&M earrings (a gift?) never removed from their backing.

    There is dust, and dirt, ticket stubs and cat toys shoved far
    beneath the couch. You find yourself sitting on the hard floor for hours
    listening to music and thumbing through photo albums. Your face was fuller then.

    Beneath you the people at the bar pound their fists as the Orioles
    hit a run. Across the street, cars wait for steamed crabs at Chris’ Seafood.

    Heat rises. Night falls. Tomorrow, this is nothing but a dream.

    August 5, 2014

  • single in the summer

    You, girl, are preoccupied
    with the way heat from an afternoon sidewalk
    steams your bare thighs. You let
    thunder bang around in the empty
    cavity of your day-dreamin mind.

    Forget what they sold you.

    Love is not a hot dress, a polished spoon,
    a bleak expectation, 

    It is a moment you’ll never own;
    a long-awaited rain slipping into dirt,
    or how you can silently lean
    into a Miles Davis’ horn 
    sounding a single humid and final note.

    July 15, 2014

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