I have another poem for you all tonight. I feel like kicking National Poetry Month off with as many poems as possible because what better way is there to celebrate? I spoke this one while driving up to New Paltz.
There were low hanging clouds that were actually clouds and not just fog rolling down the mountains, and I thought it was cool because not too many people around me would ever see something like this — considering Long Island is mostly flat. Here’s what I got!
Through the Mountains
Many people see the clouds
and see them as unreachable,
even when they hang
low in the sky.
Or they can see the fog
as clouds that blanket
the trees and streets,
but they’ll always only be clouds.
How many people can look
at the clouds as they drive along
the mountains and see them
hanging along the edges
of the mountain faces
and think I can reach the heavens
as long as I can jump
If you’re interested in submitting your own poetry to Come and Go, please see my new submission guidelines. As always, you’ll see that I’m very open to any and all genres. I really want to expand the list of contributors to my blog so do not hesitate!
April Reading List
If you haven’t already seen, I posted the April Reading List on my blog. If I were you, I would check out Ocean Vuong’s collection of poems that recently won the TS Eliot Prize. His work has sparked so many ideas for my poetry and it even transfers over to my fiction.