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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.