“I'm
trying to write poems that involve beginning at a known place, and ending up at
a slightly different place. I'm trying to take a little journey from one place
to another, and it's usually from a realistic place, to a place in the
imagination.” – Billy Collins
A two-time poet laureate of the
U.S., Collins has a basketfull of awards for his poetry – which ranges
from humorous to thought-provoking to deeply moving. Whale Day is Collins' 17th book of poems and at age 81 he is still writing with the possibility of an 18th book looming. For a poignant take on this coming week's holiday, check out his poem titled, simply, “Thanksgiving.”
And, since on Nov. 8th we witnessed a "Beaver" Blood Moon,
for Saturday’s Poem, here is Collins’
for Saturday’s Poem, here is Collins’
Invention
Tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night,
and in a week or so
according to the calendar
it will probably look
like a silver football,
and nine, maybe ten days ago
it reminded me of a thin bright claw.
But eventually --
by the end of the month,
I reckon --
it will waste away
to nothing,
nothing but stars in the sky,
and I will have a few nights
to myself,
a little time to rest my jittery pen.
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