I’m still trying to make my mind up about whether Patricia Clark writes meditative poems or poetic meditations in her new collection, O Lucky Day. I could call it in either direction, and I suspect it won’t make much difference. Let’s say Clark’s poems contain more than a small element of meditation and let it go at that.
She writes an open letter to her husband after a quarrel, calling it “Oxygen.” She describes bathing in the forest, and it becomes almost a uniting of skins, plants, and trees. She considers juneberry leaves as gold coins and dives into the wrecked landscape of Fukushima, or how common, everyday objects (a hat, a cigar box) evoke her grandfather. And she asks for a new face to cover her face, because “I’ve looked at myself too long.”
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
Married to the Land – poem by David Whyte.
Burial at Sea – poem by Eric Fosbergh at The Imaginative Conservative.
Poetry Prompt: The Phoenix – Tweetspeak Poetry.
“On a Raging Storm” and “Oceanic Flux” – poems by Jeff Kemper at Society of Classical Poets.
“The Silent Slain,” poem by Archibald MacLeish – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
Imagine It – poem by Elizabeth Herron at Every Day Poems.
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