Wednesday, November 28, 2018

"Blood Oranges" by Yoni Hammer-Kossoy, Poet of the Week

Blood Oranges
It's almost as easy
     to start a poem as it is
to peel an orange
any knife or finger
can poke a hole
                                                to get started
but peeling 
        an orange
gets harder
after that first stab
under its skin.
It only gets harder
to coax a spiral
from its skin
like a loose thread 
         pulled out
stitch by stitch
like a loose thread pulled
from an old sweater
word after word
until there's no sweater left
just fruit. 

--Yoni Hammer-Kossoy

Poet’s Notes:  This poem started out as a pantoum, and depending on how you look at it, either "fell apart", or "became something new" along the way. I suppose there are some purists out there who would claim a poem must possess one thing or another (form! rhyme! or freedom! to name a few), to which I answer a resounding maybe yes or maybe no. Or said differently, the only thing I think a poem must have is an initial stab of wonder, after which any and all forms of artistry can and should be used to share that feeling with others.

Art Editor's Note:  As with most concrete poems we publish, I decided not to include any accompanying illustration, allowing the poem to perform that function.

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