Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Poetry Party Wednesday


David Berman

Walking through a field with my little brother Seth
I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.
He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer.

Then we were on the roof of the lake.
The ice looked like a photograph of water.
Why he asked. Why did he shoot them.
I didn't know where I was going with this.
They were on his property, I said.

When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room.
Today I traded hellos with my neighbor.
Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.
A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.
We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence.

But why were they on his property, he asked.


thepinkrachael said...

I like this, even though I'm not sure I fully understand it, I like it. Mostly the first two bits (stanzas? Is that right? I should know this I think...!) We all went home from work today crossing our fingers for snow - it's freezing here and we all want a snow day!

Jeanne @ Collage of Life said...

Very sweet Teri...those never ending questions...we still get lots of them around here. :)
Jeanne xx

Holli said...

I love this.... the why why why. I miss my nephew being in that stage.

Andria said...

This is kind of haunting, Teri...a good reminder that we have to be careful what we say to kids because they are LISTENING much closer than we might realize. My little girls soak up EVERYTHING, and seldom let an idea go until they have explored every angle of it. A story like this might be a little traumatizing! :-)