The poem she wrote
the poem she read
the poem I heard
the one that connects
the poem she read
what was it I heard
the one that connects
or something absurd
the poem she read
she meant as a joke
the one that connects
with a wink, nod, poke
she meant as a joke
the poem I heard
with a wink, nod, poke
the poem she wrote
Diane Belleville
04/10/09
About Me
- Willow
- I have lived in Boca Raton, Fl for twelve years. I am from Jamestown, NY, home of Lucille Ball, Roger Tory Peterson, Natalie Merchant and the Ten Thousand Maniacs. I belong to an online writers' group, The Skywriters. I am a member of The Poets of the Palm Beaches. I am also a member of the Florida Writers Association. I regularly attend the yearly Festival of the Palm Beaches which features famous poets who teach workshops and also read their poetry. My most recent teacher was the most wonderful Eleanor Wilner. I encourage everyone to check out the Festival. I love poetry, I love writing poetry. Four years ago my husband of thirty years was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. It is our new journey and we have been active in the crusade to fight this devastating disease that robs life by killing brain cells. My husband speaks regularly for the Alzheimer's Association. I am his care partner.
4 comments:
What a fun poem, Diane. The poem about a poem that connects to the absurd. LOL As always, your poetry is sparse and full of meaning.
I like this poem, Diane. I kow it is a particular poetic form, but it's name escapes me. (Robert would know...LOL.)
SO complex - so many layers - true that the poem I write and the poem you read, the poem you write and the poem I read, are never quite the same. Mystery. Thanks for the layer. I forget sometimes how complex communication is.
a Pantoum that makes sense and doesn't simply sound like an exercise.
Well done you.
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