Saturday, October 22, 2011
October 2011 has brought us many wonderful poems. There are two from Glen Snyder, one of them a haunting meditation on a specifically Buddhist image. Constant contributor Patrick Mizelle submitted five short poems on uniquely Japanese qualities. As with candy, we decided to cheat a little and count two of these as one Selection, so we could have more. New submitter Ruth Temple delights us with a sly literary joke. Our Canadian correspondent Dan D'Agostino returns with his carefully honed work.
Next month, November, will be very exciting for us. Of course, we will be selecting our November poems. But that's not all! Our distinguished friend and contributor, Poet Peter Levitt, has made us a present of three autographed copies of his beloved book One Hundred Butterflies. In November, we will consider all the poems we chose in 2011; a Second Prize Winner will recieve one of these marvelous books; a Grand Prize winner will receive two, one to keep and one for holiday giving!
the coin clatters in the heart of the bowl.
held within folds of clothing
there are passing motor scooters, cars, pedestrians
breezing by on this warm humid evening
by the streetcurb
his stillness bathed in the colors of fluorescent signs
and the last remnants of sunlight
the night markets of Taipei just opening
and the temple, whatever temple,
nowhere to be seen
the young moonfaced patchrobed monk
we look deeply into each others’ eyes
each with our hands raised in gassho.
(south of Iquique)
stepping through the ruins
of saltpeter mines:
sun-bleached leather shoes
tin cans scattered
over hardened desert floor.
darkened wood crosses
with the names of children
by a century’s worth of
the wood ties of the railbed
long ago removed,
of the crumbling adobe
horizon of slag pile
hauled up upon itself
by brute force and sweat
the sun drops
and suddenly I am
in bitter cold and
the full moon
is due east now.
the moon’s halo
is only swirling dust.
This is just to say
I have used
all the Moon words
that were in
you were probably
to make poems with
They were luminous
and so Full.
to fully appreciate this sly literary joke, read This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams
the dinner party guests
with a little laugh and shock
are suddenly aware
it’s long past twelve o’clock
half the other girls
will have their hair up
in a french twist too
The Sea Turtles’ Return
Expelled by the rhythmic sea they return en masse
And laboring, scrape shallow holes in the earth.
They lay their eggs and leave and three weeks pass
Till the sea birds’ ravenous cries announce the birth.
Synchronized in sudden, silent riot,
Breaking forth they infiltrate the night,
And beckoned by the ocean's turbulent quiet
Are fed to the pounding surf's relentless appetite.