175. Ode to Marbles: Max Mendelsohn

Here is a tactile poem.

A sound poem.

A sensory poem.

Spend a day taking it all in–the sounds and tastes and feels and smells of the season, the room, the day, the person. What evokes? Cut grass? The sounds of a sprinkler? Sand?

What makes us more than a human video camera with the sound on mute? Open our bodies to the senses.

And then write!

Ode to Marbles
By Max Mendelsohn

I love the sound of marbles
scattered on the worn wooden floor,
like children running away in a game of hide-and-seek.
I love the sight of white marbles,
blue marbles,
green marbles, black,
new marbles, old marbles,
iridescent marbles,
with glass-ribboned swirls,
dancing round and round.
I love the feel of marbles,
cool, smooth,
rolling freely in my palm,
like smooth-sided stars
that light up the worn world.

Please note: I usually link to a book or other purchasable item so that the poet in question can make some money from their work. I have found nothing of the sort for Mr. Mendelsohn. Please be sure to give him a shout-out if you have the chance, or let me know if a book is out there I can link to.


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