Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Poet Spotlight

Today I wanted to highlight two contemporary poets. The one thing that draws me to contemporary poetry is the fact that it doesn't have to rhyme and it doesn't have to be set in a specific pattern as long as it sounds good to the ear, it just is.

I spent some time reading through and gathering information from Famous Poets and Poems, which has a wealth of information and poetry. You can click on the poet's name for more information and poetry or the
poem's name to be taken directly to the page.

Lisa Zaran

Leaves by Lisa Zaran
I went looking for God
but I found you instead.
Bad luck or destiny,
you decide.

Buried in the muck,
the soot of the city,
sorrow for an appetite,
devil on your left shoulder,
angel on your right.

You, with your thorny rhythms
and tragic, midnight melodies.

My heart never tried
to commit suicide before.

Originally published in Literati Magazine, Winter 2005
Copyright © Lisa Zaran, 2005
(content from Famous Poets and Poems)

Billy Collins
Forgetfulness by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

(content from Famous Poets and Poems)