In Barcelona a poetry competition is held every year. There are three prizes: The third prize is a rose made of silver, the second prize is a golden rose, and the first prize: a rose. A real rose. The flower itself. Think of that the next time the term “priorities” comes up.
So happy to be wishing Billy Collins a happy 76th birthday on March 22nd! I wish I could give him a real rose. Instead, I brought a poem.
by Tabatha Yeatts
On the morning drive to school,
the quiet of the rising sun is broken only
by the voice of D.G. giving the weather report,
which, surprising for a weather report,
makes me laugh,
and makes my kids laugh,
who know better than to turn the station when D.G. is talking,
because, not only is he knowledgeable
about the composers, conductors, and soloists,
he seems like even he is never sure what he is going to say next
when he starts talking about things like the weather,
and that is pretty much the only kind of surprise I like.
Like poet Billy Collins, he has a
reassuring here we are together voice,
and a what can you do, there it is laugh
He only tells me the songs and the weather,
but I always think if there's bad news,
I want him to give it.
My Juicy Little Universe has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Heidi!