She Mentioned Gabriel Garcia Marquez and I Began Thinking about This Poem
How one man
Embodied a country
His writing a gift
A revolution
A stone in your pocket
Rubbed raw with desire
His prose eventually
Spreading the globe
Words riding the rails
To Buenos Aires
Stowing abroad
A slow boat to Havana
Catching a flight
To Paris
Hopping fence
After fence
To find us sitting
In this outdoor café
Talking over coffee
And street noise
About the men we loved
And then didn’t
The ways we write
The times we can’t
People we know
Their dreams so sharp and tender
She checks her phone
While I create my own magic realism
A goat at the crosswalk
A barista with wings
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I love the imagery of the dreams being both sharp and tender. I think you capture that beautifully!
I love this, especially the transcendent last line.
Those final lines are excellent; they’d be a fun starting place for another poem
Couplets so effective for this poem
Love the concise couplets that accomplish so much!
Love how the words travel the world to find the speaker & make the mundane magical!!!
Sylvia, your poem in which “Words riding the rails” is one of my all-time favorites
<3 How can we not adore any GGM reference? Images superb and shift into full magical realism in the final couplet is gorgeous.
Thank you all for your comments! What a wealth of poets we have this year!
And each couplet captures the spirit/appreciation of the poet. Good one
I really love the journey this poem takes me on. Thanks for sharing!
Spark! Spark! Spark! – once again, you inspire and amaze!
This poem has motion. A deliberate drift, if you will. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
This built, couplet upon couplet like an ecstasy. The impossible? ending left me speechless.
LOVE this ~ that final couplet is bliss…
Lovely & there’s that stone rubbed smooth again in your poem:
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Love your couplets and the work of the great writer who inspired your poem.
When a poem grabs you and won’t let go then one has truly written well. You do this so often–such a poet