Sunday Poetry: Within a Lattice of Time
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After putting up my book trailer on Friday I decided we needed a poem that was reminiscent of that mountain scenery. I found Parker’s Mountain by Kate Knapp Johnson to share with you. And what a lovely find it is. Do you remember being poised on the brink of adolescence? Breath held, cocooned in childhood? Do you remember seeing the world through different eyes?
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.
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wow – this was me. Only I was eleven and it was my father.
Reminds me of my second summer in Tennessee…finally settling in, spending time with friends and experiencing the amazing sights and sounds so different from the tiny Illinois farm town I moved from.
The poem makes me think of Alaska with bears a trash cans.
I loved some of the imagery in this poem especially the grandmother sweeping the porch clean and pushing her grief under the railings like wisps of an old bird’s nest.Thanks for sharing this poem which was new to me.