Finding Beauty in Unexpected Places

April is Poetry Month. I like poetry. Sometimes I love poetry. I follow many poetry sites and even dabble in writing my own—with mixed results (I’m looking at you Mr. Canadian Haiku Hater). (Wait. The hater is Canadian and hates my haiku (because it isn’t pure and about nature) not that he hates Canadian haiku, although he might hate that, too.) I subscribe to Poetry.org’s Poem a Day. So, yeah, I come across a lot of poetry from normal sources.

What joy to get a surprise from an abnormal source! (Wait. That didn’t come out right … ) I have followed Thomas Weaver over at North of Andover for years. Weaver, as he refers to himself, is an editor, aka Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom, who primarily blogs about grammar. He uses a lot of examples of writing glitches; he corrects them and explains why. It’s educational and snarkily funny. I often get my daily laugh and then learn something. I hear Weaver’s comments as I write, and he’s directly responsible for my trying (not necessarily succeeding) to reduce my comma splicing. He’s also the clone sibling of a sci-fi writer (or if you want to annoy: syFy writer), and Weaver is also a :::cough::: bit of a nerd.

One morning, not too long ago, during my daily routine of blog reading while coffee slurping, I came to a full stop with the coffee cup being set down on the desk. This was not what I expected to read at North of Andover, but I couldn’t be more pleasantly surprisedWeaver posted what he calls a poem fragment. To celebrate this month, here’s the best poem I’ve read during Poetry Month (reprinted with permission):

poetry fragment: dangerous

by Thomas Weaver

I will tell you
desperate truths and dangerous
lies – or the other
way around — and you will never
know one from the other, which is just
as it should be.

Pursue me, and I will scatter
pieces of my self
in your path,
a distraction
so that you forget
what you were chasing.

Featured image: Weaver’s Gravatar/Wordpress image, that I assume is one of his original drawings since he also has artist on his resume.

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    1. Dear Hater: I had to look up double-double. Ew. Too sweet, but contrarily I’d like the maple timbits. And, I don’t see the classical nature in this verse. Canadian haiku . . . hmph. Next it’ll be hockey and poutine, maybe this:
      The puck is in play
      Goal! Now the period ends
      Quick, grab some poutine!

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