Today again the poetry group met, shared the words from poets we like, & shared the words we had written. Since this is just the 2nd time, all still are a little quiet, but as we heard poems others had chosen, & enjoyed the sharing, I could see them relax & just enjoy the process. In the group, I see myself as one who offers ideas, shows how things work, & brings new kinds of poems into their lives. Today I shared "Write About A Radish. . ." by Karla Kuskin, so simple & direct, the poet's admonition to write about a slice, as we are doing this month, to write, as the cliche goes, what you know. The poems shared today were broad in topic, clever, & very good. I am proud of the work being done. Here is my poem: Metaphor for Housewife
Poetry washes me
like the strongest detergent;
keeps me clean, pure, bright.
Poetry irons my soul;
smoothes the wrinkles-
makes me starchy, witty.
Poetry scrubs my heart;
leaves me shiny, glistening;
I find it in the crevices of
The Maytag,
And celebrate its appearance
in my life.
"keeps me clean, pure, bright"...that is the writing I like to read, too. Thanks for sharing a nice slice!
ReplyDeleteI like how you conveyed the imagery of a washing machine and compared it to your life.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed it does! Poetry gets things down to the nubbins - as my grandma would say.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem. I wish my brain even thought in poetry terms and phases.
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