A Few Very Speculative Ideas About Language – Ann Pedone

 

sometimes it’s hard to remember/the names of things /those trees

along the side of the freeway/ I used to know what they are called

and  then there are words  I’ve never known /is there a word for

the lust bees feel for a flower /or the way his neck tastes /that moony

combination/ something like cyprus and salt and bone.

 

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Ann Pedone graduated from Bard College with a degree in English and has a Master’s degree in Chinese Language and Literature from UC Berkeley. Ann is the author of the chapbook The Bird Happened, and the chapbook perhaps there is a sky we don’t know about: a re-imagining of sappho is forthcoming in December. Her work has recently appeared in Riggwelter, Main Street Rag, Poet head, Cathexis Northwest, The Wax Paper, and The Phare, among others.

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Rainfall – Ted Mc Carthy

 

I woke with an old sense

of entering a clearing

as a boat breasts a strait of reeds

from one lake to another

 

with no notion of the vastness

in front, behind; a settler

thinking himself still, feet

either side of a century,

 

belongings mere ideas again,

a scattering of atoms, a constellation;

rainfall, each drop still pure

after its million collisions.

 

 

Ted Mc Carthy is a poet and translator living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. He has had two collections published, ‘November Wedding’, and ‘Beverly Downs’. His work can be found on www.tedmccarthyspoetry.weebly.com.

March 9, 2020 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: atoms, boat, century, clearing, Clones, collisions, constellation, creative, creativity, ideas, Ireland, lake, nature, poem, Poetry, rainfall, reeds, sense, stillness, Ted Mc Carthy, thought, vastness, writing 1 Comment