Dear Compadres,I just wrote this one, VERY quickly, and without ANY revising.You will probably be able to tell.So this is one of my two for discussion on Thursday, June 8 2023.Herpes and Harps by Jill Stockinger
Your poem barely registered as I scrolled down the page.
I thought it was titled Herpes.
I fleetingly caught the first three lines which my eyes revised
into lines my brain commended as apropos for the title:
Herpes
These herps that collect
in the eddies of lovemaking,
we find them days later
and I mused, as I continued scrolling, “Is that what
the little blisters caused by herpes are called? Little herps?
How fitting! Like little perps!
Perpetrators of crime, yes,
and on I went, still searching for that one poem
I wanted to read again, sure it was somewhere on that page.
Wrong again!
I went back to read the poem, Herpes, in its full glory.
Much to my surprise, the poem I found is this:
Harps
These harps that collect
in the eddies of lovemaking,
we find them days later
still strung with the silk
strings that bound us so together.
by D.R. Wagner.
And I was disappointed. Again.