week's featured poetry theme, Second Generation, drew so many worthy
submissions, I've scheduled a sequel for Issue 85 in two weeks.
poetry Theme: Second Generation, poetry by the children of poets
84 - Cancellation of Basketball Diaries (Blazers got swept)
about Father's Day? Send me your pappy poetry.
85 - Second Generation, the sequel
to all who have offered your work, and your children's work, for this
week's featured poetry section.
You've seen his father Chuck's poetry in the MAP, now read a real
beaut by Adam Rice, aged 15.
Gift From God
lay in bed at night
wonder, who is this girl
how does she possess
grace and beauty.
elegance far exceeds
of any other.
body, the stars.
face, the sun.
bright and beauteous
to damage the eyes
kisses me, as if
lips are solid gold.
lays her lips upon mine;
being the inconstant gold miner
finally struck it rich.
such a height as heaven
she, having endured the fall,
the face of a bright angel,
make me the happiest
in the world.
me of my love tomorrow,
I shall say,
is my gift from God
I shall never be unsatisfied.”
Adam Daniel Rice
I love this one by Jimmy Jazz's 4-year-old daughter, Ashley. I mean,
like, it is so completely real!
came to know
came to camp
came to do everything,
Two by Chelsea Passmore, 9, from her very proud mom Cynthia.
soul is like a feather free to fly.
eyes are like shadows of the past.
hair is like rivers that drift to the end of time.
ears are like echos in an empty world.
Claibie Walsh, of Montrose, Alabama, sends one of her poems, with
this intro that qualifies her for this week's theme:
Lanier, an early American poet is my kin. He wrote plays,
symphonies, poetry, also played many instruments. Two of his better
know pieces are; "The Marshes Of the Glynn" (about Glynn
County, Georgia) and "Song Of The Chattahooche" (about the
river that separates the states of Alabama and Georgia)
Brunswick, Georgia there along the marshes there is an old oak named
The Lanier Oak where he is said to have sat beneath it's branches and
© Claiborne Schley Walsh
is it about twisting grey
in the wind
a solid body
holds spreading comfort?
gnarled knees we have sat,
in blood as well as body,
by humidity and breeze,
protected by our genus
touch the page and you spring into fingers
me to take you further
I know you were not done.
and DNA smile at one another
ever seeing or touching flesh
long ago, so very long
you used human eyes to see
still we speak,
mother's tongue in common
the Oaks I find you
my eyes as yours
Oak batons are metered and passed again.
ends the first segment. Wait until you see what's in store in the
Second Generation, the sequel!!