Poems that you love

[rayheinrich]

'The Pig' - by Roald Dahl
...
“I thought I’d better eat him first.”

    What an inspiring, civil-rights wise, poem.
(Even though it doesn't quite fall within the approved boundaries of non-violent resistance.)

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I love this poem - you can hear it read here by the author https://soundcloud.com/phantom-pen/snowy


Snowy

On Monday morning she brought me tea
well-stirred, no hint of honey, but
the tang of gum smoked to my fingertips
as they drummed high country hoofbeats
in snowtime dreaming.

There are words, secret echoes,
that only a melting river knows.

I heard, leftwards, a breast open to
shadows. I have no eyes for tender glances,
coy silk bouncing from kindled wicks,
petals soft and insipid on the stoop.

On Mondays I drink my tea
and stare directly into the sun.

~Leanne Hanson

    Wow! The profound subtlety just knocks my socks off.
And what a wonderful chance to read a poem by Leanne without knowing,
until the end, that it was hers. I can now state, quite free of bias, that
many of her poems are equal to the best I've read (this one being
one of them). (Yours, quite often, affect me the same Way.)