Poetry By Leslie Soule

Poetry By Leslie Soule

By Leslie Soule

Throwing Paper

I went to a poetry reading once,
Where the professor would
Read poems he’d written in a notebook
That morning,
And as he’d read each one,
He’d rip the page out,
Crumple it into a ball or – make an airplane
And throw it at somebody
And I thought,
That’s how poetry should be – 
It should come at you like an asteroid
So someday, I’m gonna hold a poetry reading
And start throwing some paper around. 

 

 

 

Part For Whole

There’s this thing in English
And it’s called
Synecdoche, 
Part for whole
The Crown standing for the Queen
Like a medieval spell,
The piece of a thing
Standing for the dark and mystic something within
But I will not
Limit myself to the constraints of synecdoche
To be remembered
Only for my written works alone
Because my books are only
A piece of the puzzle
And not the part
That can stand for the whole. 

 

 

 

 

It Helps Me Understand You

You’re like some faraway country
Whose language I don’t speak
Whose ways I’ve heard in rumors
In the halls of a school

The drink is just a tool
For breaking down the walls
Of your cities
So we can face each other
Without battalions
Without siege engines

Like civilized people,
At a table with our
Disparate realities
Trying to create with our conversation
A Rosetta Stone. 

 


I am a fantasy/sci-fi author from Sacramento, CA. I have an M.A. in English and am currently working on the final book of my fantasy series, The Fallenwood Chronicles.

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