Catch A Body
“Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.”
This week’s poem was chosen for three reasons: (i) it responds to J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye, which is a book I can’t help loving. (ii) the imagery is lovely and fresh. Tell me you can’t see all the boats on the sea, wanting to connect and I’ll call you a liar. (iii) I love the message, the heart, of the poem. Of course we’re signaling to each other with our secrets, trying to pull others in closer. That’s life, isn’t it?
Dude. Elton John is
The most amazing man. He
Deserves a high-five.
I selected pithy-protagonist's poem for today's Someone Else’s Poem I Like Sunday because (a) it’s true, (b) it made me smile, and (c) it’s well written and not at all pretentious.
Sir Elton John’s artistic fervor and love for his music are captured perfectly in the photo above, which I snatched up from CriticsChoice.com.
Alright you all, it’s lazy Sunday! I feel like all Sundays should be work free days of sparkling creativity and Law & Order: SVU marathons (YES! USA does show marathons of America’s favorite show all day every Sunday!). In keeping with that ideology, I’m introducing a new feature to this blog: Someone Else’s Poem I Like Sunday.
That means that, from here on out, I’ll scour the ‘net for poems I enjoy and share them with you on lazy Sundays. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to limit myself to haikus, because there is so much beautiful poetry out there that I want to share with you—and it’s not all in haiku form! However, I’ll have to figure that out tomorrow because it’s Sunday and I’m sitting here thinking rather than lying on my couch. So, without further ado, here’s the inaugural poem for Someone Else’s Poem I Like Sunday.
its never too late
for heartfelt apology
my love, i’m sorry
This poem is reblogged from the writer over at thissilentstorm. Unfortunately, the photograph is all over tumblr with no mention of the photographer’s name.