Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
We have these stories about the perfect place. That first Biblical story of the land of love and fruit created in the image of the fruit-maker, the lover of all things sensory, all things finite and mortal. Potential blossomed on the vines trailing across the garden paths.
Paradise in the stories where people go to find the lost world of hope and opportunity, where the streets glisten with welcome and the seasons adopt the human to nurture through change. Continue reading “This World is Open”
Come out to the country for autumn, for fall, for a unique writing experience with Oklahoma Book Award winner Jeanetta Calhoun Mish. Mish will be offering a writing workshop for people of all ages and experience levels at the museum on Oct. 8 at 6:30 p.m.
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Come see us!
Red. Yellow. Green. Hint of blush and falling leaf,
Necessary as bread, sweetness of life lived
Out of time and in the stolen, hidden moments
We forget even as we breathe them in. Red.
Yellow. Green. You see them from a distance
In the orchards between farmhouses, bruised
In the stiffening grass, marked by months
On limbs, marked by limbs branched over secrets
The seasons tell. Hard to hold, skin a sheen
Of untouching, one’s own skin aged in comparison. Continue reading “Enter Reaching”
It was in that time
Of the reddening leaf,
The dot-matrix dance of the grackle,
Sun fade and found hours,
That we met, Continue reading “Seasoning”
Between the dams, I get off my bicycle
At the orange splotches alongside the road.
Their fruit print pattern an indication of this . . .
It is autumn and time to taste the smoky
Sweet juice, the fruit darkened almost to brown
And hard to get at, the seeds so large, Continue reading “Persimmons”
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