Sunday, February 6, 2011

TSS: Sharing Poetry With You/Giveaway

Do check out the International Giveaway of Madame Tussaud by Michelle Moran and Cup Cake Earrings

Every Sunday, I aim to share poetry with you which had had some impact on me. I am Calling it Sharing Poetry With You. As I didn't have a button for it and also don't know how to make one, I requested Violet Crush as well as Veens to make one for me. Both were kind enough to do that for me. Here I am posting both the buttons.

Made by Violet Crush 
Made by Veens

Feel free to use either. I love them both!

I have been reading the book of poems, Clamor by Elyse Fenton. She wrote some of  those when her husband was deployed as a medic in Baghdad, Today I share here the title poem. 

Clamor by Elyse  Fenton

Staking fencing along the border of the spring
garden I want suddenly to say something about
this word that means sound and soundlessness
at once.  The deafening metal of my hammer strikes
wood, a tuning fork tuning my ears to a register
I’m too deaf to understand.  Across the yard

each petal dithers from the far pear one white
cheek at a time like one blade of snow into
the next until the yard looks like the sound
of a television screen tuned last night to late-
night static. White as a page or a field where
I often go to find the promise of evidence of you

or your unit’s safe return. But instead of foot-
prints in the frosted static there’s only late-
turned-early news and the newest image of a war
that can’t be finished or won. And because last
night I turned away from the television’s promise
of you I’m still away.  I’ve staked myself

deep to the unrung ground, hammer humming
in my hand, the screen’s aborted stop-time still
turning over in my head: a white twist of rag
pinned in the bloody center of a civilian’s chest,
a sign we know just enough to know it means
surrender, there in the place a falling petal’s heart would be.


The waiting, the longing and also the futilty of a war that no one can win. This poem speaks to me at many levels. 

What do YOU think?