Lost and Found Poet’s Plea
Design has undergone a bold refresh.
I wanted to create a space that was —
quiessence — the gardens and pecan groves —
this 1930s Arizona ranch
for seasoned adults who just want that joy,
to give you more of what you told us
you wanted —
the canopy of trees and grapevines launch,
contrary to design, Baby Boomers.
Their acrobatics come in sudden bursts.
“You’re going to need a drink afterward,”
her mother warned. Next door, Sophia
tried on spiked heels just for fun, and
Sophia slipped her feet into dusty blue —
cowboy boots, the world’s most perfect shoes,
a pair of lace–
I have a few scenes with myself,
and there’s a high potential there to fail.
How can we add more trees? Shade is crucial.
When Pablo leaves, the books have a life of their own,
warm marigold, with rows of books,
the Future of Art, which was the only art.
I never saw another butterfly.
While many of you called to praise a giant
leaping carp — its green and white scales–
you love to read, and you enjoy.
We’ve read your letters, listened to your calls.
We hope you all keep reading, keep the feed-
back coming —
Multiple stories in the Sunday edition of the Arizona Republic. I will try to get back later with a proper bibliography, but it’s harder with the physical cut and paste I did today. I have sheets and sheets of paper with little holes cut in them.
4/18/14: I got caught up and added all the sources, including links their online versions.
Compose a poem using unintentional lines of iambic pentameter found in your newspaper.
(Click the link to FPR above– over 70 poet will be responding to this prompt, posting their links in the comments section.)
The poem is not perfect blank verse. I know it. Iambic pentameter goes dah-DUM dah-DUM dah-DUM dah-DUM dah-DUM. I broke the rules. I like breaking rules. I sit at the feet of the Beats.
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