A Poem From Joyce Brinkman
April 13, 2010Joyce Brinkman believes in poetry as public art. Although she enjoys playing with words on her own she finds collaborative efforts extremely rewarding. She is proud to be an “Airpoet”…
Joyce Brinkman believes in poetry as public art. Although she enjoys playing with words on her own she finds collaborative efforts extremely rewarding. She is proud to be an “Airpoet” and a board member of Brick Street Poetry Inc.
In Joyce’s words: I chose this poem because my mother planted the seeds of poetry in me and like a typical mother sacrificed much of herself for me.
Listen to Joyce read this poem at James Whitcomb Riley’s grave at Crown Hill Cemetery.
Searching Through Water
I’ve become your eyes.
Those handsome brown crystals
that now evade the light.
Your eyes in which
I watched you love me.
Where now, I see through,
droplets of water, to your fear.
Fear, that, if I would leave
your world would collapse.
Crumble from under you,
like the Minneapolis bridge.
And you would be left
to search in murkiness.
Like the mother who still
searches for her infant,
even as her own bones
settle into mud.
The Indiana Humanities Council is posting poems on Think.Read.Talk. by Hoosier poets in celebration of National Poetry Month. Other Indiana celebrations include poetry readings at the Artsgarden (above the intersection of Illinois and Washington Streets, Indianapolis), performed each Monday at 12:15 p.m. For a schedule of events, click here.
