Poems that Remind me of People

Lately, of course, I've found a lot of poems that the fragments of them remind me of people I know and love. Here are some.

Tadd: "I like to touch your tattoos in complete/ darkness, when I can't see them. I'm sure of/ where they are, know by heart the neat/ lines of lightning pulsing just above" (Kim Addonizio, "First Poem for You," lines 1 - 4).

Daddy: " I was at the 7-11./ I ate a burrito. / I drank a Slurpee" (Campbell McGrath, "Capitalist Poem #5," lines 1-3).

Mommy: "Beautiful child, / how thoughtlessly we enter the world! / how free we are, how bound, put here in love's name/ --death's, too -- to be happy if we can" (Elizabeth Spires, "Easter Sunday 1955, " lines 26 -29).

Heidi: "The pianist's fingers move with deliberation/ as they create the world/ and leave off in silence" (Patricia Fargnoli, "Bach: The Goldberg Variations; Aria and Thirty Variations; Glen Gould, Pianist," lines 13-15).

Courtney: "(he tells me that he is worried Neruda is coming between us)" (Wanda Coleman, "Neruda," line 15).

Mark: "Grown human beings making sacrifices/ return to the universe a favor of love" (Molly Peacock, "A Favor of Love," lines 55-56).

Stephen: "I want the music to be, you know, / a sound that's wide enough/ to ride somewhere, someplace, / where the weather is better/ and you can be with everybody/ all the time -- and the words / would be real. Not that/ life wouldn't be mysterious, / just not that hard to understand, / and maybe I could/ put my guitar down maybe/ get off-stage for a little while/ and think about just talkin' / like a brand new man" (Tim Seibles, "Jimi's Blues," lines 50 -63).