Former Rose, ashes now... A Birthday Poem This evening, I sat by an open window and read till the light was gone and the book was no more than a part of the darkness. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride this day down into night, to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page with the pale gray ghost of my hand. Ted Kooser
Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
I love Ted Kooser. He came to my hometown once and I have several of his books on my shelf.
ReplyDeleteKelly, I recall when you told me about that...many moons ago! LOL! I hope all is well with you & yours. It's a gorgeous day here in the swamp. I appreciate you so much! xo
ReplyDeleteAs lovely as this is, if it had been formatted as text instead of as verse, why would it have been considered poetry as opposed to poetic verse?
ReplyDeleteSnow...hell if I know! I just liked it & it was someone's birthday that day, so it fit the paradoxical paradigm that is my phantasmagorical brain. xo
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