1st Poetry Reading is a small hint at the I joy I receive in grandparenting. This was not my first grandchild, nor my first poetry reading. It was my first poetry reading with a grandchild.
1st Poetry Reading
coffee
dark roast
audience
small, eclectic
words
English, Spanish
applause
polite, sincere
grandchild
sleeping, startled
son
proud, humble
grandfather
soothing, doting
poetry
staged, created
Husband. Father. Grandfather. Pilot. Pastor. Poet.
4 responses so far ↓
Mark Goodyear // Jul 13, 2007 at 9:53 pm
I remember that evening at Barnes and Noble. The thing I still love about this poem is the tight parallel structure–especially the paired definition of “poetry/ staged, created.”
I’m still thinking about that.
Papa Goodyear // Jul 14, 2007 at 7:49 pm
Mark:)
If not for wanting to honor my grand children I would not have put this one up. It kinda sounds like a Master Card commercial, though I don’t use “priceless.”. Thanks for the comment though… and the memory.
Real Live Preacher // Jul 16, 2007 at 4:43 pm
Yeah, nice ending. Staged/Created. I like finding out that the dry roast was at Barnes and Noble. Were you and Mark there together, waiting.
English and Spanish. Words spoken at the birth? Where does the Spanish come from?
Papa Goodyear // Jul 16, 2007 at 11:52 pm
Yes, we were there together, Mark, me and his first born. No mystery in the English/Spanish. The poet blended English and Spanish in her poems.
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