I am way behind on posting another poem. My computer went down and I’ve been pretty busy. Now that these excuses are out-of-the-way, here’s another poem in celebration of National Poetry Month* from a young poet. Antonia George. I got a broadside of her poetry, After 21, a year or so ago, but I don’t remember how.
At the bottom of the sea floor
Is the gateway to another dimension
How many things in the sea look alien
How many things in the sea we ain’t seen yet
And ain’t the bottom of the sea Black
And ain’t Blackness the genesis of it all
They said the bottom of the sea floor is the gateway to another
And the sky is blue.
What is food to me?
Curried, fried, sautéed, baked love
The souls of mamas
A recent graduate of Tufts, Antonia’s writing reminds me of the poetry I wrote in my college years.
See more of Antonia’s current writing on: firstname.lastname@example.org
*About National Poetry Month:- Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, National Poetry Month, held every April, is the largest literary celebration in the world with schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets celebrating poetry’s vital place in our culture.
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Hi Candelaria, this is Antonia, who you wrote this post about! I wanted to reach out and thank you again for this feature. Even after these years, I come back to it when I begin to doubt my work and my art. Thank you for seeing me. Hope you are well.
Hi Antonia, It is so good to hear from you and to know that this post continues to provide you with encouragement. I hope you are writing and creating. Doubts are normal for those of us who want to do our best work. Doubts are normal when there’s so much going on in the word to distract and negate us. Keep on. Thanks for reading. I hope you subscribe to my blog.