Sponsored by Workhorse, Lexington Poetry Month is an easy to use
platform for poets to publish and share their work in an attractive
way. The community is supportive and diverse, commenting and
encouraging one another throughout June. Money we raise goes
to maintaining the cost of the website and publishing the yearly
anthology. Our goals are to provide every poet (~150) a copy of
the anthology, lower printing costs, and expand opportunities
offered during Lexington Poetry Month, such as featured readings
and poetry workshops.
My friend still walks his stretch of creek, this spring’s flood a languid, muddy trickle. He heaves flat rocks up to its bank to build what’s scaffold in his mind. I walk cracked city streets in search of what I do not know I need.
This, to me, reads as deceptively simple; it’s so terse yet rich and vivid; it begs an incredible question, all the more pressing considering so many people moving to cities and the decimation of natural lands; and likewise, through these lurid and sapid arils that read so simply, easily, and unassumingly, you’ve carved in soapstone two sumptuously accessible worlds and even bridged them with elegant, salient scaffolding. This is an understatement, but great poem. Thank you so much.
This sounds as though your heart is in two worlds.
I really enjoyed this poem.
This, to me, reads as deceptively simple; it’s so terse yet rich and vivid; it begs an incredible question, all the more pressing considering so many people moving to cities and the decimation of natural lands; and likewise, through these lurid and sapid arils that read so simply, easily, and unassumingly, you’ve carved in soapstone two sumptuously accessible worlds and even bridged them with elegant, salient scaffolding. This is an understatement, but great poem. Thank you so much.
I guess I’m still heaving the flat rocks and lucky for it. Great poem.
Great imagery!
Speaks volumes!