And now for something completely different...
I have too short an attention span for most poems. Even long greeting cards get put back on the shelf, unread.*
But I do have some favorite poetry snippets. Without further ado, here is my entry into the 4th Annual Silent Blogger Poetry Reading.**
[Feel free to picture me on a tacky bar stage, dressed all in black, reading this to myself. (It's a silent reading, fergawdsake.)]
Three from W.S. Merwin and one from Rumi:
There was never a time
when you were not walking toward me
from under great trees.
Late I came to the joy of this
whatever I have
In my dreams
we keep traveling together
face to face.
Come to the orchard in Spring. There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter. If you do come, these do not matter.
*My favorite greeting card of all time has a picture of a dog on the the front and its leg is actually a separate piece of paper that is attached with a spring so it looks like the dog is scratching itself. Inside it says "I'm itching to wish you a happy birthday!"
GET IT?! GET IT?!!
'Cause I'm deep like that.
*sniff* Ah, good times.
**For the romantics in the crowd, these (and others) were all readings at our wedding. Insert "awww" here. I know, we're nauseating. (You're a shmoopy! No, you're a shmoopy!)