Sep 26, 2009

14th Virtual Poetry Circle

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And now, for the fourteenth edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:

OK, Here's a poem up for reactions, interaction, and--dare I say it--analysis:

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock's books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don't like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today, we're going to look at a contemporary poem from eleven-year-old Maya Ganesan and her book Apologies to an Apple:


One by one the leaves turned orange
and red and gold
and slipped off the trees.

And every morning I went
to the willow grove
and brushed the trunks

and I whispered questions
like, how are you doing?
and Is it very cold here at night?

I don't know if they heard,
because trees don't have ears.
And I don't know if they replied,

because they don't have mouths
to talk. But in some corner of my
consciousness I thought I just

might have heard someone
whisper back, very softly,
We're fine. Yes, we're all fine.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let's have a great discussion...pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I've you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles, check them out here. It's never too late to join the discussion.

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Also, look for my review of Maya Ganesan's Apologies to an Apple next week.


gautami tripathy said...

For someone as young as her, Maya has great insight. Talking to trees and they replying to her sounds so plausible. I think all of us do it at one point or other. In Hinduism, in certain parts of INdiatrees are worshipped.

Thats what I felt reading this.

Dorte H said...

Well, here in my peaceful little corner it is Sunday evening - my day off - so I prefer to see it as a poem to ENJOY!

And I did, quite a lot actually - so thanks for sharing it.

Jenners said...

Wow. 11 years old. I like this poem a lot -- mostly because I understood it and appreciated the sentiment. I love the idea and her concern for the trees.

Anna said...

That's one awesome 11-year-old. I'm more than twice her age, and I can't write like that. I loved the use of "brushed the trunks."

Diary of an Eccentric

Jeanne said...

What first seizes my attention is asking the tree "Is it very cold here at night?"

What I like about her perspective is the way she makes me remember the odd things I worried about when I was young, like that the trees might not be fine when their leaves were "slipping off."

Serena said...

Jeanne: I agree.