Jan 16, 2010
Additionally, you should start noticing some small changes here on the blog, including possible article suggests at the end of my posts (Thanks Bloggiesta for calling this widget to my attention) and some share buttons, which I'm not overly thrilled with, but they'll do for now.
I would also love to get a new three-column template that meshes better with my header, so if anyone would like to volunteer, please email me.
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's poem is from Diana Raab's latest collection, The Guilt Gene:
The Guilt Gene (Page 21)
The day before my birth
on the second Sunday in May
when the moon was full
and the stars already
twinkled in my father's eyes,
a little fella appeared from
a dark corner of my womb-yard,
poked his head out
from between the bushes
and demanded that I ask for
forgiveness before I even knew
what the word meant.
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.