Postcard Poem from This Morning’s Workshop
Dear Joseph and Patrick,
I’m at the circus, hoping
you are not here seeing it
from a back row seat.
There’s an orange-haired clown
in the middle ring—no idea
what the made-up face,
the wild waving mean. Minions
he doesn’t notice flick lint
from his suit. And a magician
pulls guns from a sombrero
just to distract us. I think
you’re better off with your
pretend friend Sally. Keep
gliding high above it all
with her till we get this show
shut down.
Love, Nana
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Yes! I love seeing this poem from this morning here. So vivid. And scary!
Loved hearing this poem this morning and seeing now again!
Love:
you’re better off with your
pretend friend Sally.
Most interesting. I’m especially intrigued by the lines
“There’s an orange-haired clown/in the middle ring—no idea
what the made-up face,/the wild waving mean. Minions/he doesn’t notice flick lint/from his suit” Various interpretation come to mind!
I love the sounds and alliterative qualities of: “…made-up face,/the wild waving mean. Minions/he doesn’t notice flick lint/from his suit.”
A clever use of form, this poem reminds us that even our everyday language can be poetic, if only we pay attention.
I hope Nana really CAN shut down this show! I love the postcard response!
I love the way this pings from one image to another so energetically
Love the perspective of the grandmother and the fresh approach of seeing with fresh eyes I enjoyed this one
Oh, I love this!
I had to read this twice to fully appreciate the nuance. I say that as a compliment. I love poetry that makes me reread it.
The lines, “And a magician / pulls guns from a sombrero / just to distract us” is particularly poignant for me.
This has a comforting tone despite the disturbing subtext- Nana’s confidence makes us believe this is all fixable. Thank you.
Thank you, Nancy, for adding to the growing poetic outcry. We need to keep writing, and reading aloud!