I'm confused. Kay Ryan was just named poet laureate, and all of her poems that I have found online are strangely disappointing.
Perhaps Im not looking in the right places. Or perhaps shes saving the good stuff for her books and not putting it all out for free online. Poet laureates are our literary Olympians. If poetry ever became a competitive sport, our nations laureate would be up to bat. And this what we get:
Home to Roost
The chickens
are circling and
blotting out the
day. The sun is
bright, but the
chickens are in
the way. Yes,
the sky is dark
with chickens,
dense with them.
They turn and
then they turn
again. These
are the chickens
you let loose
one at a time
and small
various breeds.
Now they have
come home
to roostall
the same kind
at the same speed.
Is this what it takes to become a famous poet? Chickens?
I sent this query to my best bud Jamie Sunnycalb, and received this adequate and hilarious response:
I can be a poet laureate too!
The turkeys
trot, oh so hot
the turkeys
to take over,
when the chickens
are tired,
from crossing the road
The turkeys fate
foretold
when November
come round,
served with cranberry
and stuffing by the pound.
Give the girl a book deal!