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Today's Premier Poet's Corner features another great poem by George Wolfe. George notes, "[The end of the first stanza is] a reference to the literary classic The picture of Dorian Gray, which tells of a handsome young man whose portrait, which he has hidden in his attic, becomes increasingly disfigured in proportion to the number of his evil deeds."
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In today's Premier Poet's Corner, we feature George Wolfe's perceptive poem, "The Web."
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Today in the Premier Poet’s Corner I post the last of our collaborative poems about Daylight Savings and Springing Forward. More than twenty poets contributed their words to this project - thanks! I love writing with you.
We heard from the pros and the anti time changers already. This last group is more philosophic about the time change. More of, “What does it all mean?” (Well, what did I expect from a bunch of poets?)
Enjoy this collaborative poem by John Hinton, Deb Ritter Carrell, Jenny Anderson Kalahar, Rachel Mohlman, Alicia LaMagdeleine, Kathleen Meyer, and Sarah E. Morin.
Haters of Daylight Saving Spring time change, now you have your say.
THE TIME THIEF
An hour ahead I set my clock
hoping to wake at the earlier tick-tock.
Cats wake me up. That's nothing new.
But Daylight Saving--oh, peepeepeeU!
I too hiss at my darned alarm,
grudgingly smack it with my arm,
push the pesky felines off me,
stumble to kitchen for BIG cup of coffee.
My morning comfort food cannot please
(jalapeno bagel with cream cheese).
While hoping the java will leave me wired
I yawn and mumble, “Why am I so tired?”
The sand-eyed children are all off-kilter.
My husband seems to have no filter.
Moods sour and tempers short,
we’re a family of sorts.
Pull out of the drive running ten minutes late
(or fifty ahead, the dashboard clock states).
I jab at the buttons as we round the block
and give up ‘cause no one can reset car clocks.
Pull up at school and join the drop-off line,
tap my toe ‘cause we can’t catch up with time.
Son pipes up he forgot the sack lunch I sent him.
We’re fettered to a hurry-up-and-wait momentum.
Then off to work with pedal to the floor,
hop out of the car and rush in the back door,
pounce on the timeclock, and though I’ve tried,
the boss sees I’m late. Time’s not on my side.
Daylight Savings Time, please don’t accost
my life so cruelly. An hour is lost.
I relished your gift, but that was in Fall.
In Spring you’re a thief, a curse to us all.
Thanks, everyone who unburdened your souls to tell me how you felt about Springing Forward yesterday! To my surprise, a few of you actually ENJOY Springing Forward. I mean, I knew in theory your type existed. I just have never met one of you in the wild.
The commenters fell into three camps:
Those of you who hate Springing Forward.
Those of you who like it or don’t mind it.
Those of you who muse on the existential meaning of time.
Pro-time-changers, I’m giving you the first say. But don’t worry, haters - your day is coming. And you had lots more to say...
Enjoy this collaborative poem by: Nancy Simmonds, Alys Caviness-Gober, Shelly Gambino, Sandra Nantais, Paula Guernsey, and Sarah E. Morin
Poem collaboration alert! If you hate adjusting to Daylight Saving Time, this post is for you. Comment with a single line describing how you are dealing with Springing Forward today. I'll combine our frustrations into a poem. You have til 9pm tonight. (Or 8pm, if you haven't changed your clocks.) Go!
In today's Premier Poet's Corner, we send February off with a not-so-fond farewell.
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