Friday, June 11, 2010

POETRY FRIDAY: Mowing by Robert Wrigley

Over at Wild Rose Reader, I have some poems about grass--an original acrostic, an original "things to do" list poem, and a poem by the great Valerie Worth. I've taken over the chore of mowing and trimming our lawn recently--so I've had grass on my mind. That's why I selected the following poem by Robert Wrigley to post today. If you read the entire poem, you'll see that it's about more than mowing a lawn.
by Robert Wrigley

Sleepy and suburban at dusk,
I learn again the yard’s
geometry, edging around the garden
and the weedy knots of flowers, circling
trees and shrubs, giving
a wide berth to the berry patch,
heavy and sprawled out of its bounds.
Shoving such a machine
around a fairway of dandelions,
it is easy to feel absurd.
The average lawn, left alone
one hundred years, could become
a hardwood forest. An admirable project.
Still I carry on, following week on week
the same mowing pattern, cutting edges,
almost sprinting the last narrow swaths.
And tonight, as I mow over
the bushels of fallen peaches,
sending pits soaring over the neighbors’ fences,
seems hardly any different.
But on one crooked march I walk
across the thin hidden hole
to a yellowjacket hive. The blade pulls
them up from their deep sweet chamber
just as my bare legs go by.

You can read the rest of the poem here.

Kelly Polark is doing the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.

1 comment:

Mary Lee said...

Yeow! That really takes a turn, doesn't it!?!?!