a room in the past :: ted kooser

It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill
with a morning light so bright
you can’t see beyond its windows
into the afternoon. A kitchen
falling through time with its things
in their places, the dishes jingling
up in the cupboard, the bucket
of drinking water rippled as if
a truck had just gone past, but that truck
was thirty years. No one’s at home
in this [...]

Posted at 10:29 pm on December 28, 2009 | Comments Off | Filed Under: poems | Tagged: | read on

fortissimo :: lola haskins

To play fortissimo
hold something back.
It is what the father does not say
that turns the son.
The fact that the summit cannot be seen
that drives the climber on.
Consider the graceless ones:
the painter who adds one more brush stroke.
the poet of least resistance
who writes past the end of his poem.

Posted at 6:06 pm on December 27, 2009 | Comments Off | Filed Under: poems | Tagged: | read on

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