The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sat 5/5/2007)

[RetroLounge]

Mother

What you do with time
is what a grandmother clock
does with it: strike twelve
and take its time doing it.
You’re the clock: time passes,
you remain. And wait.

Waiting is what happens to
a snow-covered garden,
a trunk under moss,
hope for better times
in the nineteenth century,
or words in a poem.

For poetry is about letting things
grow moldy together, like grapes
turning into wine, reality into preserves,
and hoarding words
in the cellar of yourself.

Herman de Coninck

translated by Kurt Brown & Laure-Anne Bosselaar

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RL

If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...

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[RetroLounge]

1. Hello?

:shrug:

RL

[billyskank]

2. The Lounge is dead today

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

3. Glad to see you are not...

:hi:

How's it going?

RL

[billyskank]

4. Not so bad

thanks. You? :)

[RetroLounge]

5. I'm okay. Busy...

Just bought a huge box of books from a girl and am entering them into the system.

Plus keeping the kids happy.

and the dog too...

:hi:

RL

[RetroLounge]

6. Where's Peggy? Where's WyldeHorsey?

:cry:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

7. My dear Retro!

Ah, this is strange....

But maybe that's because I have jet lag.....

Still, I love the soft images and the time passing here...

Thank you, sweetie.....:hug: