At dusk

[rejectomorph]

Down at the house on the corner I hear kids playing. Reminded me of this verse:

From Kids at Play
by Donald Petersen


On the playground, in the street,
Careless children gather heat.

In their skulls a crazy voice:
Eat fire, eat fire, or turn to ice.

Fire, fire, kingdom come
Booms in the sky like a big bass drum.

Hi diddle-diddle. Come what may,
Turn to ash and blow away.

Comments

[aurora-adora.livejournal.com]

you always use the best imagery, whether it is your own or borrowed. you have a gift for elloquence. i always think that when i read your entries.

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. :-)
Petersen is one of my favorite modern American poets. He deserves to be more widely known. (I guess a lot of poets do.) I don't know where he is today, but for many years he was a professor at Oneonta. Lucky students.

[aurora-adora.livejournal.com]

my boss and two of my friends went to oneonta. it is up near where i am from. to my understanding, it is like a total beer and pot party school. my boss almost partied out her freshman year.

also, the students may have been lucky, but this poor poet wasn't. it is boring there. really boring. it's a beautiful area with a whole lot of nothing going on.

ah well.