Through the alphabet she wound –
skimming, searching, avoiding the easy exit,
embracing her potential so pregnant
with poetry. But not hearing a sound.
No iambic came. Not a cardinal
song. Not a word. Not a chance.
Not one thought to advance.
Yet a student so faithful,
so driven by rhythm to choose
the heart-beat-beat of her drum –
just the right verse that on some
quiet night will light the fuse,
ignite the fire, uncover the cover
and starry her sky: poems without number.
Elizabeth Palmer Kellogg writes poetry and makes quilts – piecing together words and piecing together scraps into works that are more than the sum of their parts. Her poems have been published in The Dillydoun Review, Spillwords, Red Eft Review, and One Sentence Poems. Her quilts have been displayed at the Kalamazoo Institute of Arts. She works as the assistant to the Director of Research at the W.E. Upjohn Institute for Employment Research in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
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