|A Real Spanish Dove|
What has happened to the length of a week?? It used to be seven days between Fridays, but now it seems like every few days - sometimes every few blinks - it's another Friday, and I've missed an early posting of something on The Drift Record for Poetry Friday.
Well today I'll keep it short (not easy for me): Click here to see one of my poems called "Far from Home." It appears online as part of Greg Pincus's Poetry Month series, 30 Poets/30 Days - which is part of Greg's blog Gotta Book. Greg invited thirty poets to give him an unpublished poem to use for his celebration of National Poetry Month - definitely go to his blog to check out some of the fine poems he chose.
My poem was written in Seville - or was it Granada? - where a dove cooed for hours outside our hotel room. I guess old age has something to do with this blurring of days and places? One thing for sure: I can't keep blaming the blur on jet lag. It's in me permanently now - which is why I must be thinking so often of the importance of slowing down.
I'll post the poem here, too, now that Greg has new poems up to finish out the week.
Far from Home
From my room this morning I could hear
the the cu-cu-ru-ing of a Spanish dove…
this little bird calling me is why I love
a long trip, when I know I’m near
creatures I never thought I’d meet:
a French dog barking, a Welsh cow mooing,
a Czech hen clucking, a Spanish dove cooing –
even a river rippling in a language new to me!
Now I see kids on the bridge, playing –
I wonder what they’re saying?
|An Imaginary Spanish Dove - Wish It Were Real....|
Poetry Friday this week is being posted by The Book Aunt - go there to see what other people have posted!