Thursday, September 16, 2004
One of the most interesting and congenial listservs I belong to, Poetry Etc., has a tradition of having its members post a poem based on their daily life, every Wednesday. It's a series called Snapshots. Well, I'm happy to say Jill Jones of Ruby Street blog (as well as several other blogger-poets of cheerful and significant note) belongs to the same list, and I always look forward to Jill's poems. This past Wednesday she posted the following poem which I just love. Jill has such an admirable way with the poetics of everyday life, of putting its images and events to vivid, sfumato-like rhetorical form. So I just wanted to let y'all know, and so to share this by posting Jill's intriguing *Snapshot* of Wed. 15 September 04, here on Tex:
begin to forget
the game
the ibis doesn't care
its route unknown
from a streaky window
there's heat somewhere
fruit is rising
in all the foreign trees
heat still fused
in southern snow
this high rattles
its girders and glass
there's a grey ceiling
a blue break
and busyness falls
into cold breath
Jill Jones
12.40pm Surry Hills 15 September 2004
~~~~~~~~~~~~~snapshot copyright of Jill Jones~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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