String
for Peggy & Marion
pop this, these words
I’ve strung together
just for you to wear
necklace, bracelet, made of beads
all over the museum floor
all over the dance floor, bouncing
upon hands and knees
as if playing jacks
quickly trying to pick them up
beads I now replace with words
string through these, who can see,
who can pop in a millennium of years
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
4:05 p.m. 5/08/07
for Peggy & Marion
pop this, these words
I’ve strung together
just for you to wear
necklace, bracelet, made of beads
all over the museum floor
all over the dance floor, bouncing
upon hands and knees
as if playing jacks
quickly trying to pick them up
beads I now replace with words
string through these, who can see,
who can pop in a millennium of years
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
4:05 p.m. 5/08/07
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:23 PM
2 Comments:
Yes, I like this one.
I must point out, Nico, love, that this poem, "String" is now or is already # 67 in recently published, Seventy Poems. The title is unchanged but the concluding line is. I agonized over it a very long time and finally decided upon:
who can pop before time ends
I thought to share this with you readily, remembering our wrestling over my having changed:
And master the grass
Like a retired principal
in "Evening Sun," in Fruits From Africa to:
And make the grass submissive
in "Evening Son," in As If Creation Were His Crime.
You left me wondering about whether or not I had the right to. I did even change the title of the poem, a change I was just as worried about but about which you did not seem bothered.
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