I am pleased to present The Michigan Poet‘s latest poem, “Wait for Me” by Randall Freisinger:
He also provided some thoughtful commentary on his craft and on his poem’s inspiration:
“William Kloefkorn, State Poet of Nebraska until his death in 2011, defined a poem as ‘words nibbling at the edge of something vast.’ My poems attempt to say the unsayable, and do so with words that, ultimately, fail because, nibbling at the edge, they never truly equal the things to which they refer. But words are all I have, so I employ them as best as I can to connect with readers. Each of my poems amounts to a passenger bus. As driver of that bus, I intend to drive my readers somewhere, making our destination apparent and the ride itself pleasurable. A recognizable destination speaks to the poem’s accessibility. Pleasure along the way comes from energy and surprise, both of which derive from how well I handle subject matter and from such craft issues as fresh imagery, interesting syntax and line breaks, and engaging uses of sound. Good poems raise questions but need not answer them. Such poems typically leave the reader with important matters to ponder.
Many years ago, my best friend died suddenly at the age of 37. I left his memorial service convinced that all of his intelligence and energy must still exist somehow, somewhere. A stiff breeze animated the trees outside the chapel, and I imagined my friend astride that wind. A few years later I married the wife he left behind and became father to his two young sons. Much older now, and closer to Time’s unavoidable partings, I listen to the wind more intently, hear it continue to speak ineffably of continuity. ‘Wait For Me’ is my effort to nibble at this particular bit of ‘something vast.'”
That’s all for now. I wish you all a safe and bountiful Fall season. I am grateful for the opportunity to bring you poems from talented Michigan poets like Randall. Until the next issue coming later this year, happy reading.
All my best,
Editor of The Michigan Poet