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Poetry While You Wait: National Poetry Month 2016
Poetry While You Wait: National Poetry Month 2016
Poetry While You Wait: National Poetry Month 2016
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Poetry While You Wait: National Poetry Month 2016

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Poetry While You wait is a publication of the Pikes Peak Poet Laureate Project. The 2016 edition features poetry from poets of all ages from the Pikes Peak Region. 1500 copies of this publication are printed and placed in strategic locations where people often find themselves waiting - medical offices, beauty shops, auto repair centers, etc. The Pikes Peak Poet Laureate Project hopes that those waiting will read this book and then leave it where it was found so the next person who must wait can also enjoy the poetry. In this way, the Poet Laureate Project strives to grow a community of poetry lovers, one reader at a time.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 12, 2016
ISBN9781567353402
Poetry While You Wait: National Poetry Month 2016

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    Poetry While You Wait - PikesPeakPoetLaureate

    Published by Pikes Peak Poet Laureate Project

    Copyright 2016 Pikes Peak Poet Laureate Project

    Cover Photo

    Dawn Bergacker photograph,

    Special Collections,

    Pikes Peak Library District (379-421)

    THE GIRL I USED TO BE - Janice Gould

    I was the girl who backed into life,

    got lost, then disappeared again

    under tables and in drawers,

    between unused tools hung

    on dusty pegs, among red lines

    etched on imaginary maps.

    In Spring I watched waxwings sway

    drunkenly among sour berries

    and found myself pushed north with them

    in torn clouds, landing where rhododendrons grow

    on wet hillsides, and larkspur pokes

    from granite waving small blue flags.

    I was the girl who bucked hay, split wood,

    tore the ragged face of earth with the harrow’s teeth,

    who tried to toughen up in leather boots and haying chaps,

    who disappeared in snow or rain,

    beat her fists on windshields, but

    survived by singing late into the night,

    driving deserted streets

    while everyone else was wasted.

    I was the girl who seldom spoke,

    who slept alone fully clothed, ready to bolt

    into the startled dawn. I was the girl who,

    enticed by stones, one day plunged into

    a clear Sierra creek, and rose gasping

    from that brutal stream, terrified,

    but absolutely clean.

    Janice Gould was the 2014-2016 Pikes Peak Poet Laureate

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