Ivy Page’s poem Best Beloved appeared here in October. This poem is very different in theme, but Ivy displays a gift for imagery in this one as well.
Mile 2
By Ivy Page
I walk miles to bleed
on that lawn,
to create a chain of larkspur
to press between the pages
of a Bible I only open to recover
last year’s dried flowers.
Myself, a husk, panting,
feeding
on paper flowers,
drinking my own dis-
appointments. I walk miles.
I loved the depth of your poem. Wonderful feelings.May I make a suggestion to increase the flow?
“on paper flowers,
drinking my own dis-
appointments. I walk miles”
may read better:
“on paper flowers,
A lot said in such few words.
I love “drinking my own dis-
appointments.”
I also love “drinking my own disappointments.” And I would leave as is “…feeding on paper flowers,” because the “feeding” and the “drinking” go together, and speak of her parched state. Great name for a poet (Ivy Page) and for this poem, even more apt!
I also love “drinking my own disappointments.” And I think “feeding on paper flowers” should remain as is, because the feeding and drinking go together, and speak of her parched state. Great name for a poet (Ivy Page) and so apt for this poem!