Friday, May 6, 2011

Rock Star (Big Tent Poetry)

By Sarah Joncas

                the sound of her voice.

           her look,
                          in a sexy,
                                         polka dot kind of way.
     No one knew

she was a rock star,

not even her.


Lu Ann said...

Sounds like a nice thing to see!
Loved the post. Thanks for sharing.

Lu Ann

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific and the format is wonderful! The banner photo of the tree is astounding.

vivinfrance said...

Interesting layout, for an elegant poem.

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vivinfrance said...

PS I really love your tree picture. Did you take it?

Elizabeth said...

Really like the poem. How often we are unaware of just who and what we are. We spend a great deal of time waiting for someone to tell us,


anthonynorth said...

Terrific treatment to that.

Claudia said...

cool - i just love this...who knows what's deep down in every one of us..

Anonymous said...

That's a stunning picture.

I love the juxtaposition of a sad poem with a playful layout: perfectly encapsualtes your theme that we are not we seem.

nan said...

Nicely done - both in layout and juxtapositioning of thoughts on one not self-conscious of her own "stardom."

flaubert said...

Beautiful layout for a lovely poem, Henry.


Kelly said...

I like the ambiguity of this, how it leaves me wanting to know more about this woman. And the way the form subtly mirrors the illustration. Nice work.

Cathy said...

Love it, the form fits the the poem. Also the tree photo too.

Mary said...

The ending is definitely enigmatic!

Unknown said...

Love this. "polka dot kind of way." made me chuckle. Have to wonder about the future, if she will one day figure out her true nature: will the earth tremble? Excellent! :D

Deb said...

I really like the tone/voice of your poem and how it looks on the "page." The second stanza is my favorite, letting me see the narrator, too.

(I like short poems a lot. And yours show why. It's all right there. Clear. Puts me smack dab in the middle of a surprise. :-) )

I'm Just a Man (Recording Experiment ... I can't sing)

I am in the mood to change my tree to a cubic version.