National Poem in Your Pocket Day

Poetry is a happy thing! It is like a puzzle where words are used as tightly as possible to convey multiple meanings and emotion. I love poetry. I love the economy of poetry. And the possible impact.

Today, I am carrying “Crystal Spider Ascension” by Charles Wright in my pocket. What are you carrying in your pocket?

Crystal Spider Ascension

The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky
And looks down, waiting for us to ascend …

At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net.

All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star.
And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.

Basic Dialogue by Charles Wright

I woke early.
The snows are falling on Aspen mountain.
I am reading Charles Wright’s poetry which I have said before that I am quite taken with his poetry. Here is one that I just read that I think speaks to the writing process.

Basic Dialogue

The transformation of objects in space,

or objects in time,
To objects outside either, but tactile, still precise…
It’s always the same problem–
Nothing’s more abstract, more unreal,
than what we actually see.

The job is to make it otherwise.

Two dead crepe-myrtle bushes,
tulips petal-splayed and swan stemmed,
All blossoms gone from the blossoming trees– the new loss
Is not like the old loss,
Winter-kill, a jubilant revelation, an artificial thing
Linked and lifted by pure description into the other world.

Self-oblivion, sacred information, God’s nudge–
I think I’ll piddle around by the lemon tree, thorns
Sharp as angel’s teeth.
I think
I’ll lie down in the dandelions, the purple and white violets.
I think I’ll keep on lying there, one eye cocked toward heaven.

April eats from my fingers,
nibble of dogwood, nip of pine.
Now is the time, Lord.
Syllables scatter across the new grass, in search of their words.

Such minor Armageddons.
Beside the waters of disremembering.
I lay me down.