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What is the difference between genius and stupidity? Genius has limits. - Albert Einstein.
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| Rich Furman |
9/5/02 |
Mercado del la revolucion
Skin like the burlap sack
into which she folds
flowers, flowering herbs fragrance
reaching towards the ringing bells
like brass throated humming birds
from ancient ruined churches above
the corrugated metal market roof.
She hauls the bag, stuffed
larger than she, over her shoulders,
back, neck, head, eyes covered
by green jetting branches, buds.
She strains forward, begins
a march with short, steady steps,
yet quick and fluid as running water,
her arms wrapped around the sack
delicate thin like her flowers,
white cupped calallilies,
sun-centered mums,
herbs so dark and green almost black.
Thin, yet lasting,
like the plants she rears,
that allow her life,
that she places to her lips
the kiss of the mother.
She turns a corner,
lost to all eyes,
takes her place in the palace of time.
© rich furman 2002
Bio: Rich Furman, PhD, is an assistant professor in the School of Social Work at Colorado State University, his poetry has been published or is soon to be published in Colere, Pearl, Hawai'i Review, Black Bear Review, The Journal of Poetry Therapy, Poetry Motel, Penn Review, and well over 100 poems in nearly 100 other literary journals. His work has been described as neither street nor beat nor meat nor academic, but an emotionally evocative mix of styles that can be brutally imagistic or powerfully terse. His scholarly writing is concerned with social work ethics, international social work, friendship, social work theory and social work practice. He teaches group and practice courses in the BSW and MSW programs. He is married to a wonderful women who has more freckles than there are craters on the moon, has two children, loves to mountain bike, and is slightly obsessed with his two spectacular, drooling American Bull dogs. He loves Vietnamese beef noodle soup, Pho, and would gratefully accept any express mailed shipments of it from regions afar. You can't get find it in the plains of northern Colorado. Mostly, he just likes to live as fully as possibly.
Rich welcomes feedback, comments and dialogue about his work. His first book of poetry, of only average intent, was printed by Snorting Dog Press in 2002. He is currently seeking a publisher for his first full-length book, The Trotting Race of Time, 72 pages of poems which subtlety deal with the social conditions in Latin America, alienation, and triumph.
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