Little Blues
There is no pain. A cracked
teacup rose says hover
in this fracture, your lips
like bees that love
the too ripe pear
nearby. Mist's in the air. Jerry
is filling his pipe again.
There's that song.
-Christopher Howell (a professor at Eastern Washington University, in fact).
My note: If you don't read this one aloud, you just don't get it. Seriously.
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I really love this one. The "teacup rose says hover" is my favorite, along with "the too ripe pear." I think it's the lack of punctuation.
I know. It's an especially interesting poem for me, because it comes as the last poem in the collection, and sort of gives an optimism to a collection that was heavily steeped in suffering and loss of innocence. I really appreciated that Howell was able to bring it full circle. And he's reading at school tomorrow night. Brilliant.
"in this fracture, your lips" - i could crawl into that line and stay there for a while.
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