Saturday, December 27, 2014

A Secret Santa Poetry Exchange

I got a chance to participate in a poem swap this year. I thought it was such a great idea. We all dropped a poem into a hat, picked out another, and promised to post it to our blogs or Tumblrs or what have you. It got me to reboot this blog and maybe it will get me to start it up again in earnest. In the meantime, here is the poem I received:

Weight sources encounter problems
As the thrust sprinting elastic orbit
The horizon will cleanse
This calendar blank
Mucus in brisk crunchy grass
As mules kiss under grass

Wait sourcing for the believer milk
Turn the table orange juice and Oreos
Bowed cars filled with cocaine
Santa winks and puts a finger up to his lips

I love this time of year
I am so jolly
I am happy I love this year
I love this little baby year
I immerse myself in its unspoiled time diaper
And Bing Crosby compliments my sweater

I really like this. It has a very nice rhythm without being obvious and the imagery is witty and original. "The horizon will cleanse/This calendar blank" is so evocative. I think I got very lucky with my poem.

So here's to art and gifts and holidays.