The third day of the 19th Annual Slice of Life Challenge is well underway at Two Writing Teachers’ website, and I invite you to visit and read the posts shared by writers across the globe, who give us a glimpse into their daily lives. This month, I’m featuring a living poet each day and creating a Cento poem from the poems in their collections. You can read more about Cento poetry here.
A few years ago, Fran Haley of North Carolina (blog: Lit Bits and Pieces) sent me a copy of The Language of the Birds by Amy Nemecek one spring when we were both participating in The Great Backyard Bird Count. I’m thanking Fran for this gift of poetry, and I’m celebrating Amy Nemecek today!
Amy Nemecek is a violinist and poet who lives in Michigan, and you can read more about her on this link that features a few other poets as well (scroll down on the post to read about Amy). Here is an additional link about Amy.
Choosing Tunes
Just when I think it’s over
I feed the jukebox quarters
As you slow dance around me
Lulled by the rhythm of pewter waves
I join you in its convex solitude
reminding you, reminding myself
our imperfect submission affords no rest.
My Cento lines are taken from these poems, in order: Larch Song; Acedia; Light Fantastic; Back to School; Companion; Beloved; and Vigil.
Common Threads 
oh I am going to look for this poetry collection! Thank you!!!
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Kim, this is absolutely filled with love. Thank you
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Thank you, Anita! Loved your blog today – – I hope that lady is okay.
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I love the image of feeding the jukebox and dancing. It reminds me of a perfect moment celebrated with friends and loved ones.
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Barb, thanks so much! That line brought back memories of all the jukeboxes we saw when we were traveling down Route 66 a couple of summers ago – – so much fun, and who would have ever thought in those days we would all be listening to Spotify on cell phones piped through headphones??
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Kim,
Thinking about the title of the collection juxtaposed with your cento poem, I hear bird songs coming from that jukebox. It is lovely. These cento poems are gorgeous. The lines flow beautifully together.
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Thank you, Glenda! I love the power of a Cento poem, and being able to work with them daily this month is a treat.
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“Lulled by pewter waves”really stuck out to me. What wonderful phrasing!
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Margaret, thank you! Really taking a deep dive into these poetry books, I’m finding a lot of golden lines for sure for the Centos.
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