Poetry

something about love love is like a bowl so when you break it glue it together if it won’t hold water fill it with apples © John Knoepfle 2003

Edited by Corrine Frisch Illinois Rich loamed tumescent earth black as Mississippi silt crusty as brown sugar lies waiting for the plow. Yielding with sensuous delight to the disc and harrow furrowed rows of yawning mouths greedily eat the seed that drops in measured cadence. Then sated quietly quicken through sun lit days and moon […]

fall night stars in their dormitories they are like students even when they are awake they are asleep © John Knoepfle 2003

rising with mars the best of springfield how about that the merry-go-round the brass ring have a muffin I like the blueberry this is the best that I can do this is the best for the best in springfield the carousel is called a lively uncle in spanish let us all get up and look […]

By Lee Gurga Here is a piece by Martha Vertreace-Doody from her new series of poems on Elizabeth Caldwell Smith, wife of Joseph Duncan, the sixth governor of Illinois. Northern Cross Railroad, 1838 Engineer Fields coaxes a crochety locomotive, “Rogers,” from Meredosia to Morgan City, tracks laid with his magic pen filled with State funds […]

mr lincoln in his garden here now the sun westering abandons these pools of light they shimmer in the deep woods earlier there were miracles of butterflies resting in tall grass prairies sunning for their solar power regal fritillaries black swallowtails and those monarchs beyond simplicity of belief gearing for mexico and the fall flowers […]

by Lee Gurga A few turns around the Windy City with a Chicago girl who doesn’t seem to have opened the sports section lately! Jivin’ Chicago Girl High steppers, high heels, high signs, high rises I’m just a Chicago girl, living in a Chicago world High rises, high heels, high steppers, high signs Sophisticated clothes, […]

scott joplin he had these quarter notes look easy play hard new rags he did these in 1912 lots of glides afro american rag before anyone in the world had to think about this chrysanthemum gold flowering gold pebbled beaches of africa jewel box of twinkling notes controlled as a bird cage these songs without […]

afternoon for a fable the ants are busy making the most of sidewalk cracks and what of this grasshopper fiddling his time away well not to worry he can leap over shrubs and play out the best chaconnes and sarabands he has it all over the ants when it comes to talent © John Knoepfle […]

By Lee Gurga And for those of us who have Seabiscuit on our minds . . . Hooves Pounding Capitol Teletrack contains the fascinating world of horseracing. I’ve gone there in winter to warm, bet races, and get something to eat. I’ve gone there in summer to cool, play races, and beat the heat. At […]

the lord possessed me do you have a name my little one what shall we call you drop of rain on the window blossom so unassuming it hides in clover quick thought escaping even before memory trace of honey drift of snow skipped beat small heart © John Knoepfle 2003

The Vision Holds The Vision holds Its ancient face Takes time to remember This wrinkled place And all that yet The twinkle remains In Springfield’s eyes The Artists’ domain. –Anita Stienstra Local poets were writing about contemporary events in the Sangamo Journal as early as the 1830s. People’s Poetry wants you to share your thoughts […]