Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Something Else.




There was always
A certain look
In your eyes
That I mistook 
For something else

The way the ash
Of a great fire
Lifted by heat and
Scattered by the wind
Can be mistaken for snow



2 comments:

  1. I love the way poetry makes us turn something over and look at it another way. One of my teachers told me that this is what we must always do--look at something turned over, and set it next to something it's never been set next to--and then see it again. I've been seeing so many things in new light lately. Hard things, and things like grace too. Just taking new looks at these things. Love this poem. :)

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    1. Thank you so much Emily and I totally agree with you and your teacher. It is this turning upside down and re-seeing that I love in poetry. Drawing comparisons between unrelated things that feels like solving a mystery while at the same time restoring the mystery to what has been forgotten because it is too close, too common. It is looking at the world through a kaleidoscope instead of a microscope. Well maybe not just like that.

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