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(1) Leslie Pless is contemplating starting a blog (possibly in poetry) here on WordPress. I hope she does. “Untitled” spoke to me and I believe it will for you too. If you like Leslie’s piece, please take a moment to send her a word of encouragement: email@example.com
(3) I cannot wait to dive into this recommendation! One Hundred Leaves is a collection of Japanese poetry. When given the chance, I am fond of studying different artistic forms associated with Japanese culture; legendary preferable to modern.
1. Untitled by Leslie Pless. For inquiries: firstname.lastname@example.org
Somewhere in the night
I step into being
Shallow surface ripples sparkle
A breath transforms and plummets
Her beat, drum chanting
Somehow in the deep
Dark stillness I wait
My current hides in shadow
Far beyond the touch of shore
Knowing better than to look up
Remembering why not down
A surge of headwater pins gaze from turning ’round
The catch comes swiftly, as if mine all along
In gulps though I’ll never drown.
the unseen darkness
and ghosts of madmen
pluck the death in me
with lady’s slipper petals;
craters of blackberry
oyster shells lay at night
during winters; the red
fingernails of grief,
the oceania flowers
and in our minds
like white tombs
of the moon.
Ask someone what they think about poetry and you’re probably going to get a pretty strong reaction. When I was still teaching English full-time, my students were split into two factions when it came to poetry. They either loved it, or absolutely despised it. In more than ten years in the classroom, I don’t think I ever had a single student who was “on the fence” regarding their feelings about poetry. And to be honest, that’s not really surprising.
Apart from occasionally reading books like Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends, poetry really wasn’t something that I enjoyed as a child. There was a lot about poetry that I just did not understand. I didn’t actually become interested in poetry until I was in college. One of the classes I took as part of my English degree was “Introduction to Poetry,” which taught me how to appreciate poetry in a way no other class had managed up until that point. It was while taking that class that I started to actively seek out poetry as something to read for pleasure.
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