I haven't been writing much lately due to so much brain fog, or I would make your day with a poem of my own. Even writing this post is taking a great deal of energy and making my head hurt.
Ah! What we do for poetry.
In my spare time, I enjoy browsing random online literary magazines. A website I regularly go to is called NewPages.
Work by former college professors has even been in several magazines--pretty cool, right?
But it's also cool to find something new. Refreshing. Something that just clicks with me.
Even though it's not what I would call a literary magazine by any means, I love to visit the Poetry Foundation site for both old and new pieces of work.
Today I came across a poem that fascinated me from the very first stanza. I can't quite put my finger on what I actually think is coming across from the author, but I do get hints here and there. If you want to tell me your thoughts on it, please do! No thoughts are silly or stupid. I appreciate any insights.
Seeing for a Moment by Denise Levertov
I thought I was growing wings—
it was a cocoon.
I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire—
it was deep water.
Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;
facing my mirror—no longer young,
the news—always of death,
the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring
and howling, howling,
I see for a moment
that's not it: it is
the First Things.
Word after word
floats through the glass.
Tell me what you think of the poem above
or comment below with your favorite poem
and happy National Poetry Day!