Posting a short one today, because I am still recovering from yesterday's Alabama Book Festival. (more on that tomorrow) This poem is not from WHAT CAME BEFORE, but a more recent one that originated in response to one of Liz Reed's painting of the Grand Tetons (and also just appeared in Birmingham Arts Journal).
Tetons
blurred world
suddenly sharp
peaks rise
like prayer
boot after
clumsy boot
we climb
- Irene Latham
"A good book is the purest essence of a human soul."
- Thomas Carlyle
Beautiful poem, Irene. Enjoy your father. I look forward to hearing about your time together.
ReplyDeleteHugs and love,
Deb