Denise Day Spencer

June 23, 2008

Stumbling Upon a Private Conversation

Filed under: poetry — denisedayspencer @ 7:48 pm

I peer into the looking-glass
and for a fleeting moment
glimpse your mind’s-eye.

A dusty china teacup,
frail,
cracked,
stained by the dregs.

Hold it to the window
and see how thin it is.
Note its delicacy,
worn from years of use.
Watch the sunbeam reflect
off the thin, silver rim
where you put your mouth.

Handle it gently,
but know this:
I am not yet broken.

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2 Comments »

  1. Denise, this is so beautiful and I love the last part. I think I understand.

    Comment by Maura — June 28, 2008 @ 7:20 pm | Reply

  2. One of my blog friends had a poetry month not too long ago, and this was my favorite:

    Introduction to Poetry

    by Billy Collins

    I ask them to take a poem
    and hold it up to the light
    like a color slide

    or press an ear against its hive.

    I say drop a mouse into a poem
    and watch him probe his way out,

    or walk inside the poem’s room
    and feel the walls for a light switch.

    I want them to waterski
    across the surface of a poem
    waving at the author’s name on the shore.

    But all they want to do
    is tie the poem to a chair with rope
    and torture a confession out of it.

    They begin beating it with a hose
    to find out what it really means.

    Comment by Clark Bunch — July 13, 2008 @ 8:30 pm | Reply


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