A Shot of Collins
by Glenn Currier
I wonder how he feels
being ignored for months,
pressured by Neruda, Shakespeare,
Paul and the Romans
Bill Wilson and his friends
buried on top of him.
I need a cool shot of Collins
and find him sailing alone around the room
asking questions about angels
telling the trouble with poetry
bemoaning picnic, lightning
and other ill-fitting combinations.
Mostly bald like me
I am encouraged
that laureate poets
don't fret about looks.
They just crack their shells
and empty them in books.
His manner lacks gravity
his subjects sometimes trite
but he makes me see
freshened and free
beyond the depravity
on TV every night.
Author's Note: With gratitude to Billy Collins, asking forgiveness for the rhymes.
Posted on 07/04/2005
Copyright © 2020 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Christina Butcher on 07/04/05 at 06:38 PM|
the title caught my attention and now i'm looking up Billy Collins. nice work.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/06/05 at 03:26 AM|
Wow! Quite the poem Glenn. Saw much of both of us in this piece. And a galaxy away from trite. I espcially love these (quite original) lines: They just crack their shells and empty them in books.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/06/05 at 08:50 PM|
Televison is the brain killer... we need more people to be freshened and free. Thanks for sharing. :)
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/09/05 at 10:24 AM|
Glenn, I discovered Billy Collins a few months ago, while I was still at the University. His funny, light-hearted, witty poetry is definitely a mood lifter. I encourage everyone to read this comic poet, you'll come away laughing.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/12/05 at 03:23 AM|
I lift a collins to Collins and to your poem Glenn....Charlie