Gathering with poets

What gathering with poets reminds me.

• We have something shared that is both similar and dissimilar.
• Listening opens us to new places within ourselves.
• Discovery is central. Some take pleasure in the scaffolding of form or the tease of puzzling within it. Others take flight abandoning form completely. Others pick'n choose what to punctuate. 
• Why poems: To express. To find. To Tear. To laugh. To become more whole. 

The prompt: 

Write a poem from what instantly connects with you in this poem

To Go to Lvov by Adam Zagajewski TRANSLATED BY RENATA GORCZYNSKI

Of nature and seasons

only gardens and weeds and the amber of Queen Anne cherries in drops of rain and in the thorns of roses...Frozen forsythia yellowed. If streams mumble ... and grass snakes disappear

into thickets

with soft ferns, boundless fields of summer, lances of trees —of poplar and ash, green armies of burdocks     at dawn when dew gleams snails converse about eternity     pure as a peach 

Of spirituality

Dedicated to the Almighty the cathedral rises ... as straight as Sunday The bells pealed ... the cornets of nuns ... the Jesuits baptized plants Orthodox church’s silence without Mercy.          Why must every city become Jerusalem and every man a Jew?               I’d resurrect them so singly; the New Testament.  

Of metaphor

Like soft signs, fainting maidens, schooners near the theater ... dew gleams on a suitcase ...within frontiers not just in my passport ...murmur of each stone, scorched

 Of change

Converse. Breathe aloud. Burst. Overflow. Expect. Laugh with lighting. Express in haste. ALOUD for eternity. Encore. Encore. Cut the censors that they might go breathless.