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

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Yes. That IS poetry.
Even Frost would say it so.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I think you might already have started to write it together.

[Emily B]

learning all the lessons i've missed, maybe one day i can write about them