Mar 28 2008
Poetry Friday Hosting – Almost Caught Unaware
Wow! What a month I’ve had! I’ve been so busy with work and other things; my granddaughter Jasmine turned 5 (was just a second ago she was a tiny bit of a baby, my first granddaughter after all those boys); Adriana Dominguez is now contributing for Cuentecitos (welcome again!); I’ve gone and joined those Daring Bakers (see the my first challenge posted on Dona Lupe’s coming very soon) and I’m now officially cancer free (yay I can start reviewing again)! I almost clean forgot that I was hosting today (thank God for Kelly Fineman and her serendipitous comment on the Cesar Chavez walk – thanks Kelly!). Kelly is first in with Robert Frost’s Desert Places. My busy and full life these days reminds me of a poem by Janet Wong,called Our Daily Bread.
Our Daily Bread
by Janet Wong
Nine p.m. we close the store,
wash the counter, mop the floor.
Ten p.m. we finally eat.
Father pulls a milk crate seat
to the table and we pray.
Thank you for this crazy day.
Wong, Janet. A Suitcase of Seaweed, and Other Poems. New York: Margaret K. McElderry, 1996.
It’s Springtime in Los Angeles and the air is filled with the smells of flowers which reminds me of a favorite poem by Sandra Cisneros from her book Loose Women, 1994 Vintage books.
You Called Me Corazon by Sandra Cisneros
That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger
from its cell.
Called me corazon
in that instant before
I let go the phone
back to its cradle.
You voice small.
Heat of your eyes,
how I would’ve place
my mouth on each.
Said corazon
and the word blazed
like a branch of jacaranda.
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