stars in the mail and on the way to someone i do not know, but am thinking about.
Introduction to Poetry
Billy Collins
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
Lovely piece and poem~
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ReplyDeleteoh, and i was wondering, the frames you use are so pretty. do you stain the wood or buy them dark?
ReplyDeletethat's absolutely gorgeous.
ReplyDeletethanks nicomi & elizabeth!!
ReplyDeleteearth girl knits- thanks and i stain the hoops myself. they only come as naked wood as far as i know...