Poetry on the Move

April is National Poetry Month.

As we approach resurrection day, I must admit, poetry has breathed new life into my writing. It allows me to hear differently…to listen to the song of the wind and rain, to breathe the voice of trees, to still at the silence that is not silence but becomes birdsong and brush rustle when soul is subdued.

I have always loved poetry. But my interest was rekindled at this season in my life by this lady, whom I call my poetry teacher. Such grace she gave my early efforts.

Tweetspeak poetry is celebrating too. Other poetry friends are here, here, and here.

Poke around their places and you’ll find beauty.

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A neat thing is happening in West Virginia to celebrate poetry and art.  Mountain Line Transit in Morgantown, beginning March 24^th, decorated their bus interiors with the words and works of local poets and artists. To see some of the selections, visit here. I haven’t ridden a city bus for a while, but I may have to make a trip up to Morgantown for just such a treat.

And now, my offering:

Uncommon Currency

 

uncommon currency--

blood-stained

tender

I rake my

knuckles across this

coarse exchange;

dip face into

shadow…

no stones do

I hold

in my hand.

the looking-

glass was broken,

scaly eyes

unveiled,

earth shaken, when

you made

the transaction.

Cha-ching. you

have been

cheated; the scales

loaded.

two-things, you

whisper:

grace and

love

and I am on

my knees.

bought for a

price. that’s

me.