Father's Day Picnic

[alee_grrl]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

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Haven't thought of enough poetry lately. Back to my favorite.

[syntaxofthings]

This was a good chance for me to break out and remember my Louise Glück.

The Untrustworthy Speaker

Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken.
I don't see anything objectively.

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Re: Haven't thought of enough poetry lately. Back to my favorite.

[alee_grrl]

This poem really spoke to me. In a way none of us see anything objectively, as we can only see the world through our own fracture lenses. We filter our understanding through our past experiences, and in our own ways we are all scarred in some way.

Thank you for sharing this powerful poem.

You're welcome!

[syntaxofthings]

"The Untrustworthy Speaker" resonated more with me when I was in high school, but it was good to go back to it - and see how I've grown in many ways as well.