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Poems within poems within poems
linger with participants and listeners.
Word- and image-refreshed, sighs, laughs. Eyes bright.
Bodies aware of where they are, hearts open.
The poet, impressed by this new poem,
recalls standing in a circle of wind-blown trees,
the rustle of leaves, a wood within a forest,
a poem within a poem within a poem.
For Sherry's link "Poetry is . . . " at What's Going On?
What a creative slant to this prompt, Susan. I like it. The first stanza reminds me of the times I used to go to poetry readings and how much I enjoyed them. (I wonder if they still exist anywhere around here....) The second stanza makes me think of how often what someone writes and/or reads resonates with us and makes us 'recall' our own associations with the topic. I like it!
ReplyDeleteI've been going to a few Open Mics and I always wonder what the listeners are taking away from the poem... but for a moment, afterwards, it does feel magical...poetic, even!!! Wonderful observation, Susan!!!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this image of the poems within poems, and the poet standing in the circle of trees. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThe line "Poems within poems within poems" is all inclusive; the participants, listeners, the experiences, the lingering effects are what poetry is all about. This poem occupies a small space yet gradually expands. Brilliant, Susan.
ReplyDeleteI love your approach to poetry, Susan, the ‘poems within poems within poems’, especially the image of the poet who
ReplyDelete‘recalls standing in a circle of wind-blown trees,
the rustle of leaves, a wood within a forest’.
I like this idea and how you have expressed the way poems and creativity so often arise from other poems. Suzanne - Wayfaring - Wordpress blog
ReplyDeleteSusan, this describes exactly how I felt at our open mic on the 22nd. Mary - open mic at Kelly Writers House on the Penn campus every month.
ReplyDeletepoems withing poems...love that. It has been several years since I did a public poetry reading. I miss it.
ReplyDeleteWhat Kim said!
ReplyDeleteahh, yes...those final three lines.
ReplyDeletelove the idea of a poem within a poem...I haven't done an open mic in a long time. Perhaps, I should at least go listen it might inspire me.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the magic of Russian dolls - lovely - (I think the penny means the currency of words or making something intangible, tangible - but it was just an image that came to mind - thank you) Jae
ReplyDeleteBeautiful: a poem within a poem and I love the last stanza where I can imagen "standing in a circle of wind-blown trees and hear "the rustle of leaves"
ReplyDeleteI love, "poems writing poems". Wonderful piece, Susan.
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