Last evening I sat and listened
To Cora reading poetry
She had written years ago
For no one else to see.
How wonderful it was
To hear this frail woman
Speaking her strength of wisdom.
What a thing to behold.
Her poems are simple
In meter and rhyme
No villanelle or sonnet
And yet more sublime.
They hold no pretensions
No meaning to find
They're the soul of the thinking
Of Cora's keen mind.
They are real as is she
And like her
They ask for nothing more.
Mike I like this poem very much.Who says poetry has to be done a certain way?We write what's in our hearts and don't always sit and plan our words out.I think some of my best work has just tumbled out without a thought.Great job you did on this and wonderful tribute to Cora's work.
My favorite poets speak with clear voices about simple things. If that makes me simple-minded, so be it. This was lovely and succintly put. I enjoyed it.
Jessica