Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Browsing the dim back corner . . .

By Chip Cain | Published April 4, 2008

Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop:
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.

by Pixie Foudre

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April: National Poetry Month

By Chip Cain | Published March 31, 2008

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
-Mark Strand

Beginning tomorrow I will be posting a poem each weekday and if time allows I will be posting poems on the weekends as well. I hope to see you here; and if there is a poem you like, or not, please leave your comments.

To wet your appetite, here is a poem a day early:

With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach

By William Stafford

We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came
straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill,
what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold.
How far could you swim, Daddy,
such a storm?”

As far as was needed,” I said,
and as I talked, I swam.

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