A few years ago,
The Scene had a feature, stuck off in the back, called "Poem of the Week." Lamentably, the series was abandoned after a short time. I thought I'd revive the practice on the blog. It won't necessarily be every week, and it won't always be poetry, but it will be something from literature which, to me at least, is pleasing to the eye and ear and carries some engaging thought.
The first piece is a poem about reading/writing by Jeff Daniel Marion, poet-in-residence at Carson-Newman College in Jefferson City, Tennessee. Marion was born in Rogersville, Tennessee, and he has lived in East Tennessee for all of his life.
Tight LinesFirst read the water,
then cast toward pockets,
the deep spaces between
the cold print of rocks.
It's the flow that beguiles--
what's beneath that lures.
But when the line goes
taut,
a dark, waiting presence
will flash
and weave its way,
throbbing, into your pulse.