The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/10/08

[BlueIris]

"Letters from the North Star"

Dear you: the lights here ask
nothing, the white falling
around my letters silent,
unstoppable. I am writing this
from the empty stomach of sleep

where nothing but the cold
wonders where you're headed;
nobody here peels heads sour
and cheap as lemon, and only
the car sings AM the whole

night through. In the city,
I have seen children half-
bitten by wind. Even trains
arrive without a soul
to greet them; things do

not need me here, this world
dances on its own. Only bridges
beg for me to make them
famous, to learn what I had
almost forgotten of flying,

of soaring free, south,
down. So long. Xs. Os.

—Kevin Young

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

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2. Kick.

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3. Kick.

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4. One last kick for the night crew.

I'm surprised that this tanked so very, very hard.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. My dear BlueIris!

Please forgive me for not having responded earlier!

I was a bit busy today...

My teacher is teaching me how to use metaphors more effectively, among other things...

This poem is wonderful, and full of them!

I like it...

Thank you!

:hug:

[BlueIris]

6. Like most of what I post, this is one of the best poems I've ever read.