Poem
This is a re-draft of an earlier poem. Even though I had my doubts about the earlier version--and continue to have doubts--I am still working on it.
*poof!*
posted by greg rappleye at 4:34 PM
Saturday, August 09, 2008
This is a re-draft of an earlier poem. Even though I had my doubts about the earlier version--and continue to have doubts--I am still working on it.
*poof!*
About Me
- Name: greg rappleye
- Location: Grand Haven, Michigan, United States
I am a writer who lives and works in West Michigan. I am a graduate of Albion College, the University of Michigan Law School, and the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. I have published three full-length collections of poetry: Holding Down the Earth (Sky Books, 1995), A Path Between Houses (University of Wisconsin Press, 2000) which won the Brittingham Prize, and Figured Dark (University of Arkansas Press, 2007), which won the University of Arkansas Press Poetry Series. I have also published three chapbooks: Eros, Psyche and the Death of Narrative (Candle Creek Press, 2006), The Afterlight (WVU-Legal Studies Forum, 2006), and The Divisible Field ( WVU-Legal Studies Forum, 2008), and have completed a fourth manuscript, Tropical Landscape with Ten Hummingbirds. I am working on a novel. My work has received a Pushcart Prize, the Mississippi Review Prize, the Paumanok Poetry Prize, the Greensboro Review Literary Award in Poetry, and the Arts & Letters Prize. I was a Bread Loaf Fellow in 2002. When not writing, I work full-time as corporation counsel for a local government and also teach part-time in the English Department at Hope College in Holland, Michigan.
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5 Comments:
Desire is ash, fanned again to flame.
Not the fire we remember,
but enough to sear the heart.
I love this!
Also the splash of read in the stanzas remind me of that move 6th Sense
http://askville.amazon.com/SimilarQuestions.do?req=significance-color-red-movie-Sixth-Sense
I love the meander of this—a patient love poem—who knew such a thing was possible?
Plus blackberries again. Plath, Hass, you—I don't see dead people, I see blackberries
Okay, I meant to say red, I can't believed I typed read. dugh. I even dreamed of a red snapper last night, so the poem must have done something! haha!
I kinda sensed sadness in the poem, like how a marriage changes,(they always do). But how it changes, where the excitement of the unexpected is gone, but the comfort of the familiarity takes over.
Thank you for the comments.
I think this poem needs to toughen up a bit.
Blackberries, patience (?) , red....
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