Showing posts with label Helen Losse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Helen Losse. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

STOPPING TWICE FOR WATER

We make our way
to and from Bald Knob,
the highest point
of the Cass Scenic Railway—
an altitude of 4700 feet.
The first time we stop,
on the way up, the conductor
plucks a low branch
from a Mountain Ash,
brings red berries aboard.
The engine lets off steam,
and a few cinders fly by,
as we rise at a 7% grade
with Shay #6 pulling us
(rather than pushing),
after we’ve gone through
one of the switchbacks.
 
On the return trip,
trunks of trees are black,
and it’s cooler on the train.
We move at faster clip
(because gravity assists us).
Still we must stop
to take on water,
as the sun sets in rays that shine
through smoky air. We see
fallen tree branches,
a blaze of fall color
from far-away hills,
moss and yellow-green ferns
with flowers that look fuzzy,
large rocks from which
actual gardens sprout,
the evergreen Red Spruce.
 

About Helen Losse:
Helen Losse is the author of two full length poetry books, Seriously Dangerous (Main Street Rag, 2011) and Better With Friends (Rank Stranger Press, 2009), and two chapbooks.  She grew up in Joplin, MO but now lives in Winston-Salem, NC and is the Poetry Editor for The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

HOW ART BEGETS ART

It started with a Braille button
in the pharmacy drive through
in Curtis’s haiku.  “How useless,”
 
we all thought, when he posted it
on Facebook, followed by several
innocuous comments.  But we liked
 
the poem.  Then as art begets art,
I remembered the delivery van,
 
pulling up to the curb
in front of Mr. and Mrs. Ross’s house,
next door to my childhood home.
 
The man in the van came often.  Still,
I don’t know what he delivered.
 
But on the passenger side of  his
windshield, a cardboard sign read,
“The blind man drives this truck.”
 
Even as a child, I wondered
what it meant and why a blind driver
didn’t hit the lilac bush.


About Helen Losse:
Helen Losse is the author of two full length poetry books, Seriously Dangerous (Main Street Rag, 2011) and Better With Friends (Rank Stranger Press, 2009), and two chapbooks.  She grew up in Joplin, MO but now lives in Winston-Salem, NC and is the Poetry Editor for The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.