Memorial Day Poem - Arlington Cemetery

Among the many, beauty
Leaves that rustle in the wind
I saw his face look out at me
And I looked back at him

A visit to a veteran's cemetery seemed a good time to publish a poem I wrote a few Memorial Days ago. The poem talks about leaves rustling in the wind. It could also mean that beauty leaves us as life turns to death, or the beauty and peace you'll fnd at the cemetery, and finally, remembering someone's face in your mind as you imagine him looking back at you.

Spinning Down from Heaven

I thought I would point out a few things that I am trying to accomplish with this poem. First of all, notice the alliteration of the S sound - representing the silence of the falling snow. The indented lines are meant to resemble falling snow and I did my best to describe what a snowflake looks like:

The snow is falling
Like frozen spider webs
Spinning down from Heaven

(Ok, well it's supposed to be indented, but blogger won't do it)

Moment of Sleep

At the moment of sleep
the head swims
the mind dives
deep in a pool of black
floats immobile
before dreams
begin

Photo by F. Dan Digby

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Sedona

I looked up and saw God.

A poetry student wrote this after a visit to the mountains of Sedona, Arizona.

Photo by F. Dan Digby

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The Red Wheelbarrow

I am starting this blog because I used to be afraid of poems. If you've ever been turned off of poetry because your book of poems starts out with a section written by some intellectual who says, "the dissociation of objective reality.........", (???) then this blog is for you.

I like simplicity, sounds, to string together words to create an image of everyday things.

Take for example, William Carlos Williams' The Red Wheelbarrow:

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens