Anthology

My poems gather for a reunion and recognize old friends.

Love poems twirl around the polished floor
stanza to stanza, dancing to unheard melodies.

Nature poems stroll the grounds collecting
bits of birdsong and last year’s leaves.

Nostalgic narratives swap their stories
over cookies and tea and photo albums.

Romantic poems gaze wistfully at the moon.
Haiku sit silently on yoga mats, breathing.

They pay me no notice as I make my entrance
down the grand staircase, my hand light on the balustrade.

They are orphans come of age into their own lives.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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28 Responses to Anthology

  1. claudia says:

    that is a lovely thought of poems gathering like friends…recognizing and connecting to each other…

  2. brian miller says:

    what a really intriging write…the poems as orphans coming into their own life…once we release them they do…and the world interprets them as well…i would like to hope they may hug me if i see them again though i wonder at times if i might recognize them…smiles.

  3. Marya says:

    indeed… so rich and sensual, ray, and orphans, yes

  4. Mary says:

    I like this….poems as friends…I suppose they are; and I hope my poems enjoy their associations with each other as much as I have enjoyed creating them. Smiles.

  5. Perfect title and a great twist on poetry and friendship. Very much enjoyed.

  6. annotating60 says:

    Ray, this one of the better meta-poems I have had the pleasure to have read in a long time. /Excellent piece of writing. >KB

  7. Laurie Kolp says:

    It’s as if the poems are waiting for Dave…

  8. haiku sitting on yoga mats breathing…very nice. I love the idea as poems as friends… coming together as they separate themselves from their creator. Nice

  9. Linda Rogers says:

    Great connection of poetry and friendship. Very creative and beautifully written.

  10. grapeling says:

    Inventive, poignant, wry, witty – fine, fine pen, Ray ~ M

  11. MarinaSofia says:

    What an inventive way to think about poems – I could almost see the short-limbed haikus trying hard to get themselves into a complicated yoga position.
    Once you release them into the world, they are no longer yours and ignore you.

  12. Very nice with poems being old friends, and Oh yeah those little haiku trying to stretch themselves…

  13. Poems do have a life of their own and often create themselves meaning different things to different people.

  14. othermary says:

    Love this!

  15. This is such an original, intriguing, delightful idea – I like how the various poems had activities to suit – the haiku, sitting on a mat breathing………this is a delight to read!!!!!!

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