6.27.2017

Springing




Gentle Readers, guess what? A friend from college sent me the September 1987 issue of Kiosk, a literary magazine. He had saved several issues, some including poems of his own, and some with poems written by friends. A poem apparently written by me appears on page 14. What?

I have no memory of this poem, or of the literary magazine, or of submitting anything to same. Or much memory of college, to tell the truth. This poem is not among the small stack of papers I have stashed away from when I was Very Young. But there is no doubt who wrote “Springing,” is there? Wow.

Sharing on the Tuesday Platform with my Toads today, who I know will appreciate this! :)

 

18 comments:

  1. It's a little e e cummings-ish. Reminds me of those poems of mine that I don't remember. So good to have this record.

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    1. I was heavily influenced by him and also Gertrude Stein in those days. And probably still :)

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  2. For me, this is such an elegant love poem......loved it.

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    1. It does have a bit of style! I feel I can barely take credit, but thank you anyway :)

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  3. No doubt in my mind.. and still Springing after all these years!

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    1. So much fun, right? This was a big YOWZA for me. Perhaps the subject of my writing now is a bit less breezy, but this really has the feel of my writing even today. So weird. xoxo

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  4. Such brilliance, and very delightful to read. Sometimes I stumble of written notes of poetry of mine from way back, and I always wonder 'did I really write that'. In a good way though. Warm greetings!

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  5. No wonder you don't remember it...you were in an intoxicated state of mind :)

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  6. This was a delight - like love, fizzy and funny and fine.

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  7. Takes me back... I almost remember this feeling.

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  8. This is absolutely stunning, Marian❤️ and its tons better than e.e cummings!

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    1. Well that comparison is going *way* too far. But, thank you! :)

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  9. What a delight find... even I remember those moments when you dressed out of season for no other reason than this.

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  10. I don't know which I love more, the poem or the tale of how you found it. That is awesome. Totally springing!

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  11. For me spring is summer. I know this feeling, My love takes me there.

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  12. That's wonderful Marian! It follows years from now that one of your poems might find its way into the pages of a respectable publication. Yes, why not!


    Hank

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