Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

There is no form of art or expression which gives wider range to our thoughts and feelings than that of poetry.

Consider, for example, the subject of this week's poem. The difficulty in thinking about the topic and varieties of poetry is that they are virtually infinite or at least as infinite as the varieties of mood and feeling experienced by human beings.

Terese Coe is a past master at viewing the world with a poetic eye, her poem this week is food for thought (!). She takes the common snail and suddenly we're uncomplicatedly involved in a way we can relate to.

On Sun next, February 21st Terese will be reading some of her poetry in "The Bar on A", 170 Avenue A, (one block east of First Avenue, between East 10th and East 11th Streets) in New York City.

Snails

If you have ever
seen a snail
you know they're not
too clever.
They cannot speak,
they don't know Braille,
and when they think
is never.
The snail does not
concern himself
with death, nor does
he grovel,
and he does not
take pride of place;
he knows his tail's
a hovel.

© Terese Coe