{"id":2920,"date":"2017-02-21T00:39:20","date_gmt":"2017-02-21T00:39:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2920"},"modified":"2017-02-23T16:43:18","modified_gmt":"2017-02-23T16:43:18","slug":"joan-colby-winter-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/joan-colby-winter-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Joan Colby, Winter 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>MEMORY<\/strong><\/p>\n<h1><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p>Memory saves us<br \/>\nFrom the sins of history.<br \/>\nAnother story of magical lamps.<\/p>\n<p>It is not truth. It is erratic.<br \/>\nManipulated the way a chiropractor shifts<br \/>\nA disk or implanted like the heart of a suicide.<\/p>\n<p>There are some afflicted<br \/>\nWith perpetual memory. Their heads flooded<br \/>\nLike the Yangtze, drowning in images.<\/p>\n<p>Those with poor recall have memories<br \/>\nChained to the mast like Odysseus<br \/>\nWhile the sirens taunt the tip of the tongue.<\/p>\n<p>Here is the ward of those who rock wordless<br \/>\nOr scream obscenities, their brains wattled<br \/>\nLike the bird-nests of swallows.<\/p>\n<p>The old storyteller begins the yarn<br \/>\nAnd the children gather<br \/>\nAs the tales change and inflate year after year.<\/p>\n<p>A sludge of memory<br \/>\nDislocates as a hillside in Wales<br \/>\nBuries the struggling town.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>LEAP<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Over the sage, the pronghorn scrawls<\/p>\n<p>Its cursive signature.Fleeing or simply enjoying<\/p>\n<p>The bounce the way speculators rejoice in the<\/p>\n<p>Market\u2019s surge. Or Nijinsky stalled in pure air<\/p>\n<p>Like a hummingbird, energy vibrating<\/p>\n<p>In the magic of propulsion. Listen, there\u2019s a need<\/p>\n<p>To add something extra. The day the Gregorian<\/p>\n<p>Calendar demanded. In Greece, an omen<\/p>\n<p>Of failed marriage while Sadie Hawkins ladies<\/p>\n<p>Composed their proposals. The way a mountain lion<\/p>\n<p>Sails from a high rock to clutch<\/p>\n<p>The sorrel mare\u2019s withers as if it could be love<\/p>\n<p>Instead of hunger. The way a poem risks<\/p>\n<p>Misunderstanding, its oblique similes,<\/p>\n<p>Its take-a-dares, its dream.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>ALCHEMY<\/strong><\/p>\n<h1><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The sun was sinking<\/p>\n<p>As we entered Little Thompson Canyon<\/p>\n<p>Casting the narrow wedge<\/p>\n<p>Into a bar of molten gold,<\/p>\n<p>Our lives transmuted suddenly<\/p>\n<p>To the sort of rapture<\/p>\n<p>We disavow, but still remember.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Early October.<\/p>\n<p>We enter the narrow road<\/p>\n<p>To Copper Harbor at the apex<\/p>\n<p>Of the Kewanee peninsula.<\/p>\n<p>The maples burn gold<\/p>\n<p>In a kiln of shadow.<\/p>\n<p>Once again,<\/p>\n<p>This transformation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Once again,<\/p>\n<p>The perfect timing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joan Colby has published widely in journals such as <em>Poetry, Atlanta Review, South Dakota Review,<\/em>etc. Awards include two Illinois Arts Council Literary Awards, an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship in Literature. She has published 16 books including &#8220;Selected Poems\u201d from FutureCycle Press which received the 2013 FutureCycle Prize and \u201cRibcage\u201d from Glass Lyre Press which has been awarded the 2015 Kithara Book Prize. She has two books forthcoming in 2016 and 2017. One of her poems is among the winners of the 2016 Atlantic Review International Poetry Contest. Colby is also a senior editor of FutureCycle Press and an associate editor of Kentucky Review.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>MEMORY \u00a0 Memory saves us From the sins of history. Another story of magical lamps. It is not truth. It is erratic. Manipulated the way a chiropractor shifts A disk or implanted like the heart of a suicide. There are some afflicted With perpetual memory. Their heads flooded Like the Yangtze, drowning in images. 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