One of my dear friends came to town this weekend with a belated birthday present. Knowing just HOW MUCH I love poetry and the art of writing in general (she - having been my roommate for the better four years - has heard me recite my fair share of Robert Frost as I putzed about the apartment), she handed me the collection, “Prayers & Run-on Sentences” by Stuart Kestenbaum. I was stoked, though I’d never heard of him before today - a shame since he’s a poet from Deer Isle, off the coast of my Maine. After sitting with this book for the early part of my Sunday eve, I’ve already got a favorite. I love this one. Write more later. Probably about giving thanks. I have a lot, after all, to be thankful for....and it’s almost Thanksgiving.
if you don’t like or know how to read poetry, there’s really no trick. no need to pause at the line breaks; just read it as you would one long (run-on) sentence. and don’t think so hard:)
Our problem - may I include you? - is that we
don’t know how to start, how to just close
our eyes and let something dance between
our hearts and our lips, we don’t know how
to skip across the room only for the joy of the leap.
We walk, we run, but what happened to the skip
and its partner, the gallop, the useless and imaginary
way we could move through space, the horses we
rode before we knew how to saddle up, before we
had opinions about everything and just loved
the wind in our faces and the horizon in our eyes.