Even though I’m a writer, I have not written or read much poetry. However, I’m trying to open myself to the genre. A great resource is The Writer’s Almanac, a free daily electronic newsletter that features a poem along with literary and historical notes.
In the December 2 issue, I enjoyed a poem entitled “Eating a Mango Over the Kitchen Sink” by Phebe Hanson, from Why Still Dance (© Nodin Press, 2003). I know, I’m talking mangoes again! You know how sometimes you come across a word or person or thing that’s not common in your world and suddenly you find it everywhere? That’s what’s happening with mangoes for me right now. So here’s a snippet from the poem.
But a mango is a different story, impossible to eat except leaning
over the sink, tropical juice dripping down my pale Minnesota
winter wrists as I gaze
out at snow raging against my windows, like the storms of my childhood.
2 responses so far ↓
Yasmyn // June 18, 2009 at 9:30 am |
This poem is so passionate I love it
Yasmyn // June 18, 2009 at 9:29 am |
U r passionate