I'm late for the Thursday poem. I almost wasn't going to post. Maybe I'll do a bi-weekly Thursday poem. Anyway, I've been reading "Heron Cliff" by Margo Button; a BC poet. There is a long poem called Blue Dahlias... there's so much that is rich in the poem. It was difficult to decide what to post, but I just chose one section that caught me...
The kid say I'm too old for rollerblades. The sign:
"Drive slow. Watch out for rugrats and old biddies."
Your're only given a little madness. You mustn't lose it.
Those brown eyes. That smile. I'm in love!
The big bruiser orders me to move my car
parked in front of his house. Says he's a cop.
So? I'm a poet. A raging granny too.
It beats depression or medication.
We've made something beautiful. Why apologize?
I'm old enough to stand up to bullies.
Part of Blue Dahlias by Margo Button, from Heron Cliff.
I just happened upon this book at the library. It was "Poetry Week" in Vancouver. Who would have known? But I find her book of poetry, Heron Cliff, to be inspiring, amazing, beautiful, and emotive. The more I read the more I get.
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