By Anne Williston
~ words meant for reality ~

I miss the sound of the tree frog;

the endless chirping that speaks of eternity.

In the city, work consists of

interruptionschainedtogetherbyfifteenminutebreaksandhalfhourlunches.

Where the tree frog lives,

time stands still.

The sound chains today with yesterday

and the early summers of tomorrow.

With the explosion of internet publishing, poems are swooshing between websites like the classic Chutes & Ladders game.  Some climb carefully to the top, one rung at a time.  Other words are so  compelling they jump forward without stopping for breath!  The oft repeated, “but is it really poetry?” calls to mind debates repeated when major leaps in style or form occured.  I remember the first time I read Ezra Pound’s poem, “In a station of the Metro.”  It so excited me that I began to search for other similar writers.  I read the poem to one of my high school classes, which lead to a lively debate. Does it simply create an image or does it have mystery, the elusive, mystical poetic something so hard to define.  Is the image ever really so simple? What is it that helps build a bridge between the writer and the reader, allowing the creative process to develop? Luci Shaw, in the introduction to her book, The Angles of Light: New & Selected Poems, describes the process so well I feel my paraphrase mangles her well-phrased description of the process. Better to read the source, if you get a chance. Regardless, the access to poetry of all types is vast beyond our imagining.  The fields are ripe for harvest!  Time to gather the wheat and make it into bread.  Amen.

Welcome to the new WordPress site of http://annewilliston.com . I’m looking forward to sharing thoughts on all things poetic, as well as some of my poetry and books (as they are published). Shine!

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