The Pilgrim at 39th and Powell

To: Lindsey Seipp, whose revision suggestions have helped me immensely thus far.

He came accompanied

by a tweed briefcase,

worn and weathered

as he

and paused at this mess.

He gathered up

the moldy newspaper,

cups, cigarette butts

and the collapsed

grocery cart.

I could help,

should help him.

But I watched.

He joined me on the bench,

said he hates seeing trash.

He took out a rusted key

to open his Hartmann –

battered Epistles,

a beaten up Hamlet,

and copper coins

lay within the leather trim.

Holding up each coin,

he retold histories and

one-liners.

I had no stories for him.

Still, he presented,

from a faded

compartment,

a rose.

Tiny, pink, perfect.

And gave it to me.

Then our bus came,

he sat somewhere else.

And I sat and gazed

at the beauty

a small seed

to cover me

1/07

An introduction

This blog. What is it? I mean, I already have, like, 2 blogs, 5 if you count my inactive ones. So why another? This is a blog specifically for my poetry.

What this is not:
A chance for me to claim my brilliance. Most of my poems are barely scraps. They can use to be reworked, over and over again. I'm not putting up my work to "showcase" it even though, by means of blogging them, they will have a tiny amount of exposure.

What this is:
A chance for me to sort out what I've done. And more importantly, a chance to get constructive feedback. Whether you think you know poetry or not, I want to hear your reactions, whether they are positive, negative or neutral.

Another thing, I will post on here, are findings on poetry I've found fascinating. I am currently in a poetry writing class and we've been required to do findings by other writers about topics such as imagination, work habits and revision. I might even post up other peoples' poems which have inspired or influenced me.

So not to overwhelm you all with my full collection of mediocre to crap poems, I will post one a week, or every few days.

I think I've said all that's needed here. Here we go...