by Kat | 3 days ago | General, Poetry
Welcome to the Third Thursday of National Poetry Month and I am again joining Bonny, Kym, Sarah, and Vera! Today is all about aging! Which for me has some days with lots of reminders and others with hardly any at all… but I think my most worrisome part of aging is memory!
And yes, it is a thing that I am noting as I repeat what my beloved Nana did regularly… run through a list of names before settling on the “right” one. Sigh. I am thankful that Billy Collins has written a poem about this phenomena because he makes me feel seen and even find a bit of humor in the situation!
Forgetfulness
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
“Forgetfulness” from Questions about Angels, by Billy Collins, © 1999.
If you want to learn more about Billy Collins, you can find information here and his website here.
I hope this poem brought a smile to your face as, perhaps, you nodded along with it. And please stop by and see all the poems Bonny has gathered today!
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by Kat | Apr 10, 2025 | General, Poetry
Hello and Happy Poem In Your Pocket Day!
I am joining Bonny again today to share a poem with you all!
I love little poems that can fit in your pocket… there for when you need them! I have a “pocket” in my planner that holds little poems… and a zippered pocket in my purse that has a collection as well.
After all, you never know when you will need a poem!
Billy Collins is my go-to poet for small poems. He has a book, Musical Tables: Poems, that is full of perfect little poems! My selection today is from that book. And it is even more appropriate because right now a gentle rain is falling outside… and while I did not hear any frogs or peepers… by the end of the month I will be hearing them and Billy is right that frogs do need a bit of an exaltation!
An Exaltation of Frogs
by Billy Collins
I know it’s supposed to be larks,
but their full-throated croaking
early this rainy morning
after a night of more rain
is lifting me slightly off the floor.
An Exaltation of Frogs © Billy Collins from Musical Tables, 2022.
You can read more about Billy Collins here or on his website here.
Make sure you visit Bonny and see all the poems for your pockets today!
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by Kat | Apr 3, 2025 | General, Poetry
Welcome to National Poetry Month!
And once again, I am joining with Kym, Bonny, Sarah, and sending a huge welcome to Vera who is joining us this year! We will all be sharing some poetry on Thursday’s this month!
This week our focus is on poems that bring hope (because we all could use an extra ration of hope these day, right?)
My choice to share today comes from a Pennsylvanian poet, Barbara Crooker. Lots of her poems are filled with hope, but the one I have chosen is Promise. It was especially meaning for me this week as those first little dandelions began to bloom in my backyard!
Promise
by Barbara Crooker
This day is an open road
stretching out before you.
Roll down the windows.
Step into your life, as if it were a fast car.
Even in industrial parks,
trees are covered with white blossoms,
festive as brides, and the air is soft
as a well-washed shirt on your arms.
The grass has turned implausibly green.
Tomorrow, the world will begin again,
another fresh start. The blue sky stretches,
shakes out its tent of light. Even dandelions glitter
in the lawn, a handful of golden change.
Promise © 2005 Barbara Crooker.
You can read more about Barbara here on her website.
Make sure you visit Bonny today to find a bit more hope for your day!
And that is it for me this week! I will be back on Monday!
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