Sunday, February 28, 2010

Strawberries run deep

Or was it raspberries?
That was the title of a book of poems
I bought somewhere in rural Arkansas
in 1978, where three friends and I
had come for boating on the
Buffalo River.

Written by one Edsel ... (not Ford,
I think, definitely not Ford). And
now I can’t find it on my shelves
to help me remember why
those berries, straw or rasp,
run deep.

– Leonard “Does Run Deep” Blumfeld (© 2010)

A poem to illustrate the strangeness of (my) memory and to go with “running” at One Single Impression.

Notes
As I found out with the help of Google, the poet's name is Edsel Ford indeed (there is a Wikipedia article about him), and the title of the collection is “Raspberries Run Deep” (published in 1975). I still haven't located the book, though, so the deep-running raspberries must remain a mystery for now.

12 comments:

Stan Ski said...

Sorry, can't help you with that.

Aayushi Mehta said...

haha...nice write :)

World So Wide said...
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World So Wide said...

Thanks for visiting and commenting, Stan and Aayushi!

Looks like I added my notes a tad too late for you to see.

SandyCarlson said...

I have had that experience of trying to assemble all the pieces of a memory.

I love the writer's name and what you did with it.

Sherri B. said...

I love your clever take on this prompt...it is frustrating when we have only bits and pieces of a memory, and that last puzzle piece is missing! Glad you were able to solve it with the wonders of the internet. :~)

shraddha said...

interesting work..

gautami tripathy said...

It is so frustrating, not being able to find a book. I liked this...

leaves clinging to me like limpets

SisterJulia said...

I've surrendered to the idea that books are living things that go and live where they please!

I very much like the meandering-ness of this.

Tumblewords: said...

Clever piece! I know that feeling. More often than not, actually. Running in place!

Andree said...

I *really* like this poem. It is simple yet full of ideas and knowledge. I could understand it. It was accessible to me. Just great!

Amity said...

Oh I also am often like that...rummaging through old piles just because I suddenly remember a very important document or book or whatever they are which are buried through time...became useless for a time and suddenly became needed at one time!