Thursday, August 21, 2025: Florence Weinberger's "The Journey From Scratch"
“Six times nominated for a Pushcart, once for Best of the Net, I am the author of six books of poetry, most recently These Days of Simple Mooring, winner of the Blue Light Press Book Award. Poems have appeared in journals including Calyx, Rattle, Mantis, River Styx, Ellipsis, Poet Lore, Comstock Review, Baltimore Review, Nimrod, Cider Press Review, Poetry East, Shenandoah, and numerous anthologies.”
The Journey From Scratch
Describing the world is easier than finding a place in it.
Richard Siken
I thought I’d make Siken’s sentence my epigraph because
he’d compressed down to its pith a modicum of wisdom that
zings straight to the thing. Saved for its certainty, I waited
for the ping to plunge poetically into the quest; finally poked,
I started from scratch, and found I didn’t believe a word of it.
Journeys begin in the body, extracted from dreams and
green longings. I was born, stood, walked, a world’s map
before me, magnification of Frost’s two paths, from hamlets
to continents, until I entered a small house by the sea.
It wasn’t mine, it had a sign.
What made me think I’d found my place? Smell of brine,
sense of distance, hint of solitude, the house was staged,
someone else’s taste in chairs, nowhere near mine.
Like movie wizards, mind vacated every room, buffed
the floors, unlocked the windows so the sea poured in,
kept the white walls, granting pinks of dawn and gaudy
sunsets a blank canvas. They took my offer. I went back
to what had waned, emptied drawers, packed up books and
underwear. Why describe the world at all. Just talk
about the place you made yourself, and the blue, oh, the blue.
© Florence Weinberger
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