Invent vs. Engulf

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Poet Marge Pierce is much too one-sided in her view of male-female relationships. Here is yet another example in her poetry of how she believes that women do all the work and men break all the rules.

This simple is way too boring to be true.

The Light On

 

Because anger lets you will its volume

Encourages itself upon you

It is easiest to rage

Make the morning a landscape of stone

 

It takes informed surrender to kill the light

He left on through the night

And sit in the unhurried darkness

Of the sun on its way up

 

Although, in retrospect, all decisions

Are informed

Pernickety

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Last week, I posted a poem by Marge Piercy about male-female relationships that immediately sparked comments from readers, both positive and negative. The topic clearly does not get old.

This week, Piercy tackles heavy themes like faith and justice, via nature’s impartiality and indifference. An equally timeless theme, I would say, although one that is likely to provoke less dialogue.

Here is the lovely poem, one of my favorite pieces by Piercy:

 

The Pernickety Plum Tree

 

The fourth year after we planted it

the Shiro plum tree gave us

two perfect plums

the color of slow clear river

running golden green in the sun,

hue of young grass,

with a  fine perfume and savor

sweet and juicy in the mouth.

From the whole tree, graceful

and long limbed, two plums.

Enough to command our attention,

just enough: we each have

half a plum,

justice with a knife.

From a thousand flickering leaves,

from a hundred white blossoms

falling like stars on the path,

two plums: a fable

of highly selective productivity,

or the difficulty of fruition,

or the wisdom of a lazy tree

that we feed, that we water, that we coddle

and pick coppery beetles from,

of our own gullibility

strung along with two plums.

 

Buddha Books

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The bookshelves at my new meditation center in my newly new hometown of Miami. Way back when, I went to middle and high school here.

And, because life likes to remind us who’s in charge, the meditation center is, of course, directly across the street from my former high school.

Happy Columbus Day weekend, Americas!

October’s “Poem of the Month” is Here!

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I am thrilled to announce that The Drugstore Notebook’s first-ever “Poem of the Month” feature had a great turnout. Thank you to everyone who participated!

The winner is Miriam Sagan, pictured above, and her poem is featured below:

Ojo Caliente. July. Hotel Porch.

swimming, I break
the reflection
of the cliff into ripples
which re-assemble
once I still

The Japanese girl
at the hot springs
coos over a nest
of swallows, takes
a cell phone photograph
then, when everyone else
does the same
winces, don’t hurt
their eyes, and in childish panic
covers her own, exclaims
what if they fall out of the nest?
but they don’t–
she kisses
her boyfriend, flits off

hummingbird warriors
buzz each other
at the sugar feeder
among bees

I’m thinking
of a very small
egg
the one
I also
hope to hatch.

About the author:

Miriam Sagan is the author of 25 books, including the recent collection from Sherman Asher, SEVEN PLACES IN AMERICA: A Poetic Sojourn. She recently won the New Mexico Literary Arts Gratitude Award in Poetry and has received the Santa Fe Mayor’s Award for Excellence in the Arts. Miriam also does text and grassroots installations–most recently at Salem Art Works and forthcoming at The Betsy Hotel, in Miami. Find her on WordPress here.