Musings by The Poet Loriet
Discussing Anne's Poetry
Daniel, you'd like her...
I told him as he hit his
search engines, researching
like I knew he would.
He likes to debate
prepared like a true
boy scout.
He read three poems and
said, "I don't get it.
Burning offerings in snow?"
And I sighed...
I get it, Daniel,
but I can't explain it.
It's a gut feeling,
a visceral reaction.
Anne Sexton, I sighed,
another famous dead poet.
I understand you, Anne,
you greatly disturbed
but gentle creature.
I'm trying to share
your essence with them,
my fellow poets because~
You were mad, dear girl,
but you were also beautiful.
I understand who you were.
I've heard your voice.
Daniel is too literal.
He wants to analyze.
I just want to feel.
You make me do that,
even as you lie in
the cold ground,
something stirred deep
inside of me, awakened,
sat up and took notice
when your book graced
my hands and fell open
in my lap~
to your written magic.
Lori Beal
I told him as he hit his
search engines, researching
like I knew he would.
He likes to debate
prepared like a true
boy scout.
He read three poems and
said, "I don't get it.
Burning offerings in snow?"
And I sighed...
I get it, Daniel,
but I can't explain it.
It's a gut feeling,
a visceral reaction.
Anne Sexton, I sighed,
another famous dead poet.
I understand you, Anne,
you greatly disturbed
but gentle creature.
I'm trying to share
your essence with them,
my fellow poets because~
You were mad, dear girl,
but you were also beautiful.
I understand who you were.
I've heard your voice.
Daniel is too literal.
He wants to analyze.
I just want to feel.
You make me do that,
even as you lie in
the cold ground,
something stirred deep
inside of me, awakened,
sat up and took notice
when your book graced
my hands and fell open
in my lap~
to your written magic.
Lori Beal
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Discussing Anne`s Poetry
Discussing Anne`s Poetry