Your Poem of the Week from Third Wednesday’s Fall issue…
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These Heels / Kelly Simpson
Third Wednesday’s poem of the week. Plenty of fun and lots of attitude from Kelli Simpson of Norman, Oklahoma.
The Errand
Our Third Wednesday Poem of the Week, “The Errand” is by James Schneider of Brunswick, Maine. It appeared in Third Wednesday Vol. XI, No.1 The link will take you to a reprint with audio from Maine Public Radio.
http://www.mainepublic.org/post/errand#stream/0
If You Want To Be A River
Our poem of the week is by John Corle who lives in Chester County Pennsylvania. As one of our editors said, “
I really like “River” quite a bit. Effective stance, vivid imagery, restrained sentiment.”
Poem of the Week: Percy
Our Poem of the Week features one of the winning poems from our “One Sentence Poetry Contest”. We had so many comments about the contest and the poems we published in the summer issue of TW, that we’ve decided to do it again for the winter issue. We’ll open for entries in September. Look for bigger prizes this time around.
Third Wednesday Poem of the Week
Our “Poem of the Week” features an experimental poem by Pigpen Madigan. You can read the poem in the conventional way or read two poems, one in parentheses, the other not, separately. We have paired it with a photograph by Rana Williams. Both are from the Winter issue of Third Wednesday.
The Word 2
Our poem of the week comes from Louisiana poet, M. Rush. It’s from the winter issue, just released.
Chamber Musicians Also Wash the Dishes, Check the Mail
Our Poem of the Week is a piece by one of our favorite poets, Jack Ridl, who is from Michigan. It’s a great poem with an even greater title.
Chamber Musicians Also Wash the Dishes, Check the Mail
But now the chamber musicians are
just past halfway in Glazunov’s Elegy,
the part where in rehearsal they stopped.
“It feels as if I’m behind.”
“I don’t think so. I think I’m ahead.”
When I listened all I heard was a whole note held
in the third movement of a symphony
by Tinnitus, all I felt was the wax waning
onto the timpani of my ear drum.
Next comes another elegy, this by Suk,
Suk who was fifteen when he wrote its
sorrow-filled walk through what he did
not yet know. The chamber musicians
know. They carry elegy in their fingers.
They open the world on the other side
of every note and let us breathe
within the haunting space between each
touch of key and pull of bow. They believe
heaven is between the stars, music
in the empty sleeve of the one-armed man.
-Jack Ridl
Douglas, Michigan
Haiku / Kathleen Chartrand
Our poem of the week is titled “Haiku”, but it obviously is not one. It comes to us from Kathleen Chartrand, who lives very near the Land of Oz in Wichita, Kansas.
Haiku:
can
you swallow rocks
rolled in the mouth of rivers
or tasted by
fish? do
scales whisper truth
flaking from slippery seers
diving into
night? water
reflection gives
mercy to past transgressions
lingering from
guiltis
sea salty foam
from endless tears? seaweed grabs,
twisting
apart lieswhat
of the mermaid
song illuminating night,
crafting oyster
pearls?
Kathleen Chartrand
Wichita, Kansas
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Poem of the Week
Ten lines. That’s all you need. Our poem of the week is by a Michigan poet who has a few words of wisdom from his Grandpa. It comes from the fall issue of Third Wednesday, which will be in the mail to our subscribers in just a few days.
For
Life’s Dance
Grandpa
taught me to slow dance
for
that first dance in fifth grade.
Place
your right hand,
just
firmly enough,
on
her back,
so
she can feel it,
Then
she will decide
if
she wants to move with you.
That’s
all I remember –
all
that ever mattered.
Timothy
Philippart
Holland,
Michigan
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