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05 April, 2017: Fragment

READ A POEM

by Kazim Ali
FRAGMENT
Never weather never the sky
threading my skin with fine silk lines
 
Ever the I that exists in air
exit me now what’s shot through
 
Season of spring untold eternal
my body a single singing bowl
 
Blue weaver twist the spine of the world
in invisible ink I am written
 
Little current of river cloud sutra
god you sky thread spend me

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“Fragment” from Sky Ward© 2013 by Kazim Ali. Published by Wesleyan University Press. Used by permission.
 
ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
Kazim Ali is a poet, essayist, fiction writer, and translator. His poetry books include Sky Ward, winner of an Ohioana Book Award, and The Far Mosque, winner of the Alice James Books New England/New York Award. He has also published many translations, including L’Amour by Marguerite Duras. His novels include Quinn’s Passage, named one of “The Best Books of 2005” by Chronogram magazine, and his books of essays include Orange Alert and Fasting for Ramadan. A contributing editor for AWP Writer’s Chronicle, associate editor of FIELD magazine and founding editor of Nightboat Books, he is the series co-editor for both Poets on Poetry and Under Discussion from the University of Michigan Press.
 

WRITE A POEM

A cento is a poem composed of lines from various sources, pieced together like a quilt – as its name in Latin, “patchwork,” suggests. If you’ve been keeping a notebook, you can mine it to write a cento. If not, go on the lookout for many disparate lines and then stitch them up into a poem.
 
 
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Chantelle Brady
Be with them and gad about
Comfort, Kindness, and Companionship,
Everything is so colorful
which defines the town.

Less than one square mile
From the costumes
to come and see the surprise.
Sweeter than the kisses I give her before I leave.
4/8/2017 10:52:48 PM

sal
The house was quiet and the world was calm
the obscure moon lighting an obscure world
there would still remain the never-resting mind
as things emerged and moved and were
dissolved
As the night descended, tilting ion the air
she sang beyond the genius of the sea
clear water in a brilliant bowl
Required, as a necessity requires.

Thanks to Wallace Stevens
4/7/2017 12:18:50 PM

Tricia Knoll
Lovely cents here! Hurrah for National Poetry Month...an Oregon poet who joins you.
4/6/2017 3:13:05 PM

Beverly
Birdsong, flowering shrubs sun shines down, rain falls down, pink buds, blooming, the porch swings waiting, the little dog that died last fall, the two cats that pretended they loved us so much, curling up in our bed with us, just took off and never came back. Just put the words together, they say, like you'd do a patchwork quilt. This my patchwork poem.
4/5/2017 11:54:49 PM

c.a.m.
The glow of candles between them, they sat tenderly smiling.
The moment is silly, wonderful, and unsettling.
Discovering instincts that surprise us.
I pray, I wonder, I think, I reflect on this day.
The way they were perceived, no amount of life or distance could change.
Time validated, she now believes.
4/5/2017 10:42:58 PM

Ryan
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Life for me has not been a crystal staircase
And it made all the difference

And all the sweet serenity of books
I took the one less traveled
Old age should burn

I know why the caged bird sings
Chocolate Thunder flyin'
I do not like green eggs and ham

From there to here, and here to there
Rage against the dying
Nevermore
4/5/2017 9:55:06 PM

Renay
Poets names are in parenthesis. I used a line from each of the poems featured in Read + Write: 30 Days of Poetry.
A wide woman nestles (McClain)
Threading my skin with fine silk lines ((Ali)
Thinking She’s my summer (Young)
It must seem to be circling (Greenway)
Over the best way to give (Ceraolo)
4/5/2017 5:25:28 PM

Penny Knight
WHAT A LIFE!

What a life!
When all around is the chaos of living,
more than the earth can ever measure.
Hide it from the hungry world.

It is hard not knowing
someone who cares a little and will always understand.
And the wind blows, blows, and blows
every day whether it's shine or rain.

As you try to reflect and you only frown
when all else seems despair.
Too easily do I slip back.
One must lose his life in order to find it.

And let me be what I want to be
with no regrets for the sacrifices made.
Love all brothers under the sun
in spite of our egos, big or small.

How does one cling to the fire engendered by love?
You have been my true friend.
And the music, what a wonderful sound!
Death has come now to interfere.
4/5/2017 3:52:57 PM

Rachel
I have included the last name of the poet in parenthesis.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son! (Carroll)
That would make your blood run cold; (Service)
I prize thy love more than whole mines of Gold (Bradstreet)
To the stars and to the sun. (Stevenson)
4/5/2017 3:22:19 PM

N. K. Hasen
Thoughts Arise

The thoughts that arise in me.
Like currents journeying through the windless deep.
And everything but sleep.
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Dreamers, mark the honey bee;
Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Yet it well might be that never be for me.

Sources:
John Clare: "Song's Eternity"
George Meredith: "Dirge in Woods"
Alfred, Lord Tennyson: "Break, Break, Break"
Willam Cullen Bryant: "The Poet"
Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Garden of Proserpine"
Margaret E. Sangster: "Our Own"
John Keats: "A Thing of Beauty"
Henry Wandsworth Longfellow: "The Village Blacksmith"
4/5/2017 12:37:13 PM

Cat Russell
nexus connection link

what's new what's trending

deals in the dark form unusual friendships

Let them eat cake? Deviously Darwinian

Revolution is not the uprising against

pre-existing order

bragging, bravado, bluster







sources:
https://www.merriam-webster.com/
http://geekandsundry.com/
https://www.britannica.com/
http://www.thesaurus.com/
4/5/2017 11:10:04 AM



READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.