Friday, August 17, 2012

Poetry Friday in Oregon

I have spent a lovely week in Oregon with my daughter and son-in-law. A beautiful place, but looking forward to getting home. Traveling today. Enjoy this poem from Oregon's poet laureate, Paulann Petersen.


It was middle June
during the duration
of a month that was a wait

for each day to come,
during that summer
when I would turn teen,

when I was almost something—
way past twelve and counting.
It was the middle of day,

mid-day heat halfway 
between cool and hot,
a double-handed noonday

stroke: the clock's
count of twelve
reminding me of what 

I was not. Still a multiple
of two, three, four, six,
I was a mere factoring

Read the rest here.

Andromeda hosts today's Poetry Friday Roundup at A Wrung Sponge.


  1. This poem fits so well with the book I finished earlier this week: The Age of Miracles. Thanks for sharing. I want to hear more about Oregon!

  2. Love that 'double-handed noonday', must be what all teens feel, yearning not to be there, but somewhere else. Hope you had a nice time in Oregon, beautiful places there!

  3. Oh, I'd highlighted "a double-handed noonday" too! Linda and I are thinking alike. What a great poem. Thanks for sharing, and safe travels back home to our side of the world.

  4. Unexpected change of plans: the roundup is at A Year of Reading Thanks for changing your link!

  5. I LOVELOVELOVE this poem! I didn't realize there was anyone else in the world besides me who thought of birthdays in terms of prime and composite! I'm PRIME until December, when I will acquire the factors of 1, 2, 4, 13, 26 and 52!!