Miniskirt held down with laughter,
My arms full of the blue quilt
And package of cherry licorice,
You had the 6-pack of a beer
Only teenagers and drunks would buy.
We ran through the dark cow pasture
To the very center
Or what we thought might be
And still laughing, we stumbled down
Over the remains of alfalfa stalks,
The blanket and licorice beneath us
And the dark expanse of Oklahoma sky above us.
Author: ROMPoetry
The Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry is an interactive museum where the common person and poetry meld. ROMP is a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization.
Boy and Tire
A tire swing and winter sun.
Pecan hulls and squiggly limbs
Rest under the giggler’s
Ride in the winter wind.
–Roxann Grissom
LikeUnlike · · Share ·
A Lovely Thing
“Look for a lovely thing and you will find it,” Sara Teasdale said. Indeed. What you see is often not in what is actually there but in . . . what you see.
People are often aggravated by poetry because they “can’t see” what’s in it or they have been taught that they have to look for something in it. But really . . . “look for a lovely thing and you will find it.”
People who see evil in everything are no different from the people who see good in everything. Both can’t see the truth because they are too busy looking for it (or its opposite).
They both have sight corrupted by foresight. Instead, if we relied on insight more often, we would see more lovely things.
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 