Conrad DiDiodato's Bridget Bird and Other Poems

 

Recently arrived:  All the way from Canada—with lots of wonderful poems tucked under her wings—a sprightly little creature named Bridget! If prospective readers want some idea of the cargo she’s carrying, all they have to do is read what Katherine L. Gordon says about it on the book’s back cover and then wing themselves to the nearest bookstore and--I'll give them six seconds to sing--buy it! 

Aporia

When I’m beside myself, 

The last thing I want 

 

To think about is why 

That person beside me looks lonely. 

 

 

Wind Chimes

recounting 

Cid’s windbell 

tattle— 

telling 

nothing 

nothing 

but still telling 

Oldtimer

Leave me as I am, my child— 

Still holding on 

Like a raindrop on a limb. 

Definitely Not Lemmings #45

Thanks to Tracy DiPiazza for signing on--she has some real gems on view here.

Full Circle

vain

glorious immovable fool, 

stand under this marble 

moon long enough 

and you’ll become— 

what else—

a statue. 

Angel of Mourning

The magpie keeps what too easily 

The nesting dove forgets— 

A watchful eye out for what appears 

To be more than just 

A dawning of wings.