Poetry on Perron
Saturday, October 1, 2011
1:00 – 2:00
The Art Gallery of St. Albert
19 Perron Street
A variety of poets will feed your senses with savory morsels as they each share five minutes of poetry. Enjoy the poetry platter offering you free-verse to traditional rhyming flavours.
This was one of the five poems I read.
I had written this when our son was quite young and he put some paper flowers he made, onto my desk in my office. Of course when I exclaimed over them and went to hug him, he sort of shied away and began looking at the photos I kept of him on my bulletin board, of him playing baseball.
The next day there was another set of paper flowers but this time when I oohed and aahed, he began talking of his baseball…all with a pleased smile on his face. It was a poignant moment for a mom.
yesterday
you brought me flowers
your catcher’s mitt a clumsy vase
for yellow stems with lavender blooms
so rare
i knew you’d picked them from some secret place
it took eleven years to find
and though your eyes made hasty dodge
when meeting mine
i saw the smile curve it’s way around your mouth
i saw the way love drifted in
to hang around in silence
today
i found another bloom
copper-hued
and knew you’d gone some extra step to place it there
left with care among my favorite things
and though you gently shrugged my hand
and turned instead to pictures on the wall
then taking up your striker’s pose
you talk to me of batting scores and outfield goals
i see the way lives re-arrange
adjust to things we dare not say
i see the way two hearts go on
to build themselves a garden
- barbara mitchell -