Making Music

When hard frost burns your nose, and every pain, 
Sharp as white pepper, almost has a sound,
You hesitate to ever yield again 
To coldness and indifference all around.
 
The singing insect’s home is cramped and small.
Its bed is hard beneath the crusted rime.
It sleeps, for there is nothing left at all
For it to sing about in this harsh time.
 
All contrast comes to add more to the sum
Of what we know exists beyond all sense.
We strain to hear that single, steady hum—
A knowingness explicit, faint and tense,
 
Akin to strings that tighten when you tune
Your fiddle to a song composed  by bugs,
Leg against wing, who’ll play again in June
In concert, to an audience of slugs.
 




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A former Wilbur Fellow and six-time nominee for a Pushcart award, in 2007, she has published three books, Measured By Song, Making Music. As one of two finalists in the 2013 Aldrich Press Poetry Book Award, Cook was awarded publication of the manuscript for The View From Here, her third book I During Poetry Week 2014, The Poetry Collecftion at SUNYAB, Buffalo, published Cook’s chapbook of her work. Poems and essays by Sally Cook have appeared in numerous magazines and journals such as Blue Unicorn, Chronicles, First Things, The Formalist Portal, Light Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, National Review, Pennsylvania Review, Trinacria and other venues, both print and electronic. The poet is also a painter of Magic Realist paintings. She began as an exhibitor in Manhattan’s Tenth Street Co-operative Galleries, moved into geometrics and went on from there. Her work has been exhibited at many leading galleries and museums and represented in national collections.