for anna

first poem for a new year

anna has been carrying around

the dog-eared Robert Frost lately

she wants to read poetry with me

 

and sometimes we read bedtime poems

and sometimes i put her off til a little later

because there's always time for frost

 

but this morning

when we were waiting for the school bus

i thought to distract her

and had her looking at the tree in the field across the road

and how the branches laced through the blue black sky

and stars shone through the cracks like tree ornaments

and i had her taste the deliciousness of cold air in a new year

i told her that was poetry

 

and she said

that i should put it in my next

book of poetry

and i wondered if we shouldn't write it together

Author's Note

too new, bear with me

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

This is a real treat. A singularly rare theme on this site, and a lovely meditation on poetry itself. I really enjoyed it. Especially the ending line, what a great thought and the drama of the poem unfolds so well to get us to that motherly yearning. I would suggest bringing more emphasis of the earlier thought of "[putting] her off til a little later" just another line or two or three to bring those later lines of finding the poetic moments even more stark, more meaningful.
Cut down on some of the verbage Don't be too committed to complete sentences. In fact, I think this would work better with shorter, terse clauses and, in more parts, a shorter abrupt style. The beginning is great, though. Good opening lines.

In the end I want to see more from this thought,read more of this poem and that's the sweetest feeling,

thanks for sharing
gc

[Mr Good]

yep but you have the idea,you only need to draw poetic structure for it,uh read my poems,probably it will help :)

[LJW]

The 2nd stanza made my jaw drop. What a full-sensory picture you painted. What a simple yet profound message. That poetry starts before its written on paper. I have never, in all my years, seen that sentiment penned more eloquently.

The last stanza reminds me of you in general. When you write it is as if you are sitting in another time and place. Seated at an old wooden desk wearing a cotton dress. surrounded by books inkwells oil lamps fresh flowers in a vase on the windowsill.

You have a singular gift. Your voice as a writer comes through soft and clear from of time once fogotten. A time that I try to recreate in my own home. Your writing always takes me to that place that I wanted to be.

Please repost this as new when you feel that it's finished.

[Emily B]

my cotton dress and apron is never very far away :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There is alwas poetry to be found in the majesty of nature...lovely lessons being taught here.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Perfect in the poetry book and the mother daughter moment. You are a wonderful mama and I cannot wait to read the book.

[Chris]

I like this one...

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

feeling too choked up to write anything useful, here
I keep scrolling between here and there
the words aren't jumping over the fence
thank you for sharing the experience nonetheless

[Rossen]

for anna... is wonderfully alive and good...

[Valentine]

My mom and grand mother were both poets..I would listen to my mom and she said I started rhyming at about 3 years old..one is never to young or to old to give it a try..