From the Poetry Stacks
Happy Poetry Month! Every April I write with a community of poets, most of whom are teachers or former teachers. This poem is based on clipped phrases from other poems I've loved, with quoted poets noted in italics below my poem. There is, I believe, a path poets travel across time and space, each of us looking for some nugget left behind by the twins truth and beauty. Sometimes, the landscape is so rocky, we may wonder if those twins had lost their way. And yet, I remembered more nuggets than I could hold in one poem. These are the nuggets, I hold onto despite the world's present chaos. Because I do not go gentle into that good night, still I remember the barefoot boy with cheek of tan, the toy dog covered with dust, and the shadow that goes in and out with me; still I remember discovering the daffodils and bright blue squills (and what are patterns for?); I remember the sun and clear pebbles of the rain, the wild geese high in the c...
