Speaking of beautiful poems, Carol, I was reading a journal called Poetry Flash today, and found one I really like. I have been thinking seriously of taking a beginning poetry writing course, just for fun, because I love to write, and it seems effortlessly graceful when it is done well.
Anyway, this is DEFINITELY a love poem, and it won first prize in the 1996 National League of American Pen Women/San Francisco poetry competition.
Sonnet: Blue
You remember now why the sky is blue,
something to do with water refracting
light. You took your first pictures expecting
snow to be white, but got back an echo
of the sky--everything a vessel, you
and your whole life like those painted nesting
dolls, nothing pure self, everything formed long ago.
And a cup's a cup even when emptied,
holds the thought of water while it waits
to be filled. You feel him whether he's there
or not, sleep facing the unoccupied
half of the bed, an armful of blue quilts
curled into the shape of your desire.
Robin Jacobson |
