Comments on: Our Forgetting

By: Todd Davis

Todd Davis — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:32:26 +0000

Michelle,

Glad a poem could help you linger near the edge of sleep and then allow you to drift away on its current.

I usually am reading a poem by a favorite poet–Galway Kinnell or Jane Kenyon–before drifting into sleep’s dreaming kingdom.

Thanks for reading,

Todd

By: Todd Davis

Todd Davis — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:29:38 +0000

Peter,

Thanks so much for relishing the language. There are poems where sound usurps sense (although in the usurpation let’s hope that some sense still survives). I had fun playing with the words to this one, swirling them around on the tongue and lips.

By: Michelle Johnson

Michelle Johnson — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 03:03:45 +0000

What an interesting exchange. This poem is full of vivid imagery and I must say as late as it is has me lingering near the edge of sleep now. Good night~

By: Peter

Peter — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:57:53 +0000

A real, even excellence throughout, and a real joy to read and read.

in the far north. Strands of hair so thin

Yeah. And what fun to say and say:

felt more
through the sound they carry than the caress

they finger over the soft skin on the inside
of the wrist. It is this kind of sleep
none can resist: why we disrobe, slide leg-first

into its current, blackness bearing more
than our bodies,

All those ss’s and st’s, and the just-right imagery.

Happy solstice!