Something happens when you read a poetry collection, while you watch soft rainfall outside the kitchen window, raindrops making tiny splashes in the birdbath. The birds have taken cover somewhere. So have the squirrels, especially the one who likes to dig up the zinnias. The young rabbit who finds the rose bush – with all its thorns! – delicious is missing. And you find yourself slipping into reflection.
If the poetry collection is one like Nothing Is Stationary, the new publication by Joanne Esser, your reflections are not only sharpened but also take you down paths you didn’t expect to go. Esser is realizing that most of her life is behind her, and she’s thinking about where she came from and where she is.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Some Tuesday Readings
The Sowers – poem by Gabriele D’Annunzio.
Mr. Pope – Poem by Allen Tate at Academy of American Poets.
“Dover Beach,” poem by Matthew Arnold – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
Dark Green, Forest Green – poem by Linda Nemec Foster at Every Day Poems.
Stern Shoots Marilyn – poem by Mauren Doallas at Writing Without Paper.
“Sheep,” poem by W.H. Davies – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient an Modern.
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