Round (James Hoch)

Round by James Hoch

It's late and I read the poem quickly, but in that I got that this poem is really just a description of roundness. Perhaps I totally missed the point, but all of the images and lines seem to reflect either roundness or the sentiment of round.

That roundness is both whole/complete and young and just beginning.

I think it's a great thing to write about. It's also pretty hard, I think, to think of a dozen images that bring to mind triangular or spherical. Those would be pretty cool writing prompts.

Favorite line: "It is no bird, / though you envy the song/ you hear only after it’s gone"