Cold Poet

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Cold Poet


Her poems featured
no people, and people
awarded her poetry
the Noblitzer Prize.

There was a photo
of her face, thin
and wan like a wax
candle, against
a backdrop of
a blackberry patch,
representing nature,
which her poems featured.
They featured her in nature.
In later years, she had
dried up like a golden raisin.

After she died, they laid
her in a tiny jeweler's box
for burial. They put a few
of her poems in anthologies
with titles like Vault,
Tomb, and Sarcophagus.

The people she'd left out
of her poems lived their
lives as if her poems
didn't exist. If you've
gone outside on a sunny
morning and been shocked
momentarily by how cold
the wind is, then you know
what it's like to read
one of her poems.


Copyright 2010 Hans Ostrom

"Morphine," by Hans Ostrom

"Animals and Investment," by Hans Ostrom

Marilyn Monroe & Carl Sandburg - The Visit 1961 RARE

"Reading a Poem to My Cat," by XineAnn

"Love Is Enough," by William Morris

"Smiling Poem," by Hans Ostrom

"Seven Photographs," by Kristin Fouquet

"Reading a Poem to My Cat," by XineAnn

"The Water Nymphs," by Ellis Parker Butler

"Vaudeville Dancer," by Carl Sandburg

"Seven Photographs," by Kristin Fouquet

Incidentally

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Incidentally


Incidentally, has a large gray
grasshopper launched, flown
jaggedly, and flopped in front
of you on sunlit blond grass?
When it was aloft, did it look
like it wore a black garment
underneath its wings? Did you
enjoy the nearly comic, very short,
and hazarded hop? Ah, excellent.
I am happy to hear so.



Copyright 2010