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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Beth Gordon

Gardening with JD – A Poem by Beth Gordon

Gardening with JD

Life is like a rose, he says, unfurling and unpredictable,
a transformation. Even death comes beautifully,
dried petals and cinnamon in an antique crystal bowl.
That’s enough, I say, you’ve gone too far this time, but he’s
watching Wheel of Fortune with his widowed uncle
and refuses to believe that life is short and full of pain.
There’s a box of brand new baby clothes in my bedroom
corner, I say, price tags still attached. I went out to buy
some milk, deposit a check. Happiness is easy, he says,
I found a coffee mug buried beneath the opened sheet
sets in a bin marked 60 percent off. It was even my favorite
color. I want to scream I’m color blind. I want to scream
I’m no flower. Instead I say, I miss you, because I do. Life is
a surprise, he says, and I tell him he’s right. Who
could have guessed our first fight would be about potpourri?

 

 

About the Poet:
Although she received her MFA in Creative Writing from American University more than 25 years ago, Beth Gordon can best be described as an emerging writer. She is the proud mother of three creative human beings, Matt, Alex and Elise, who fill her world with art and music. Beth resides in St. Louis, Missouri and spends most weekends in Highland, Illinois in the company of fellow writers, musicians, wine drinkers, and two dogs named Izzie and Max.

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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Category 4 – A Poem by Beth Gordon

Category 4

1.
I heard the storm pass
right over my house, he said, I was
in the bathtub, unaware
of sirens and weather
reports, pronouncements of doom
relayed by pretty television
people. I heard someone
crying, I’m sure
of it, crying and flying while I washed
my feet. There’s no basement in this house.
Be safe, I said, be safe and come
back home.

2.
They cut down her tree. Men
with chain saws and instructions and no
knowledge that she breathed and held
the fluttering light of leaves in her
eyes. It was a new
death, I said, a scar on top
of scars on top of ashes and laughter and her
baby feet pushing off
from my thighs to jump higher. She was
always looking up and away
from the faces that watched
her every move, her hands
held out like a tiny
hitchhiker, waiting
for a ride.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Although she received her MFA in Creative Writing from American University more than 25 years ago, Beth Gordon can best be described as an emerging writer. She is the proud mother of three creative human beings, Matt, Alex and Elise, who fill her world with art and music. Beth resides in St. Louis, Missouri and spends most weekends in Highland, Illinois in the company of fellow writers, musicians, wine drinkers, and two dogs named Izzie and Max.

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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