Poet’s Corner | At A Time


At A Time

I feel your loss
You are not here
You’re in a there
A place I cannot be
At least not immediately

We have certain times
When we are called
Before it happens
We stay in the here
Or the there

Depending greatly
On which one
Is meant to be
We’ll reverse the order
And begin again

We belong in one
Or the other
But never
At the same time
Always alternating

Just like here
And there
Being different
We are only in one place
At a time

© j.kiley ‘18
Non-sense

Billy Collins | a poem

Poet – Billy Collins | Born: March 22, 1941 (age 77), Manhattan, New York City, NY


Introduction to Poetry
By Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

Billy Collins, “Introduction to Poetry” from The Apple that Astonished Paris. Copyright © 1988, 1996 by Billy Collins. Reprinted with the permission of the University of Arkansas Press.

John Keats | a poem

John Keats by William Hilton | Born: October 31, 1795, Moorgate, City of London, United Kingdom – Died: February 23, 1821, Rome, Italy

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”
By John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Lord Byron | a quote & a poem

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, Lord Byron | by Richard Westall Born: January 22, 1788, Dover, United Kingdom | Died: April 19, 1824, Missolonghi, Greece

We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.
Some are affected by gaiety,
others by melancholy,
but all are more or less touched.”

― George Gordon Byron

(Taken from the book ‘Touched With Fire’
It delves into the creative side of bipolar)
[Highly Recommended Reading]
By Kay Jamison Redfield

Excerpt from ‘Don Juan’

“Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
‘Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.
How little do we know that which we are!
How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar
Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge,
Lash’d from the foam of ages; while the graves
Of Empires heave but like some passing waves.”

― George Gordon Byron, Don Juan