Sunday Poetry: The Uncooked Vanilla Pudding of Life

Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.

Hold on to your hat today.  Or don’t, because if you do, you might lose your edge, and The Edge is where I want to be, by Lisa Martinovic, is our Sunday poem.

The Edge is slam poetry, (although if you go to that Poetry Slam link,  you’ll see that Poetry Slam Inc. claims there is no such thing).

I first heard The Edge in church, when my husband used it as a reading.  I can’t tell you the number of people who have asked him for this afterwards, and I can’t believe I haven’t shared it with you before now.  This poem can change your life, if you let it.

Lisa Martinovic is the Co-Chair of the Ozark Poets & Writers Collective, and served for three years on the Executive Council of Poetry Slam, Inc., the national governing body for the growing world of slam.  The Edge and other poetry like it are written to be spoken out loud, and I can attest to how powerful this one is when read to an audience.

Those of you who are uncomfortable with certain words may be uncomfortable with a few in this poem, but I hope you’ll overlook that and read it anyway.

Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.

Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end.  See the details here.