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:

September

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.


6 comments:

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."

--Anna
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.