Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

da DUM

Having only known poetry
as “writer of” for a few lit-up months,
it occurred to me this morning
while on the train predicting grief,
the possibility that some kind soul
is arming me, has armed me,
with a means not of protection
exactly, but of permeability, so that
I may leak my way home—
not in iambic anything,
but in schema more discordant:
whatever, however.

And yet, who’s to say sadness
won’t take on a certain shape—
dropped porcelain heirloom
cracked perfectly down the center seam—
organizing itself into
small, metered feet.

--me

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