How backward to you I must first have seemed
For having less devices than you dreamed.
I had no I-pad, only pencil, pen
And paper, made from trees that once had been,
To write my poems at night within my bed.
Get with it! You’ll be happier, you said.
For you desired to bring me up-to-date,
Turn my attention to a better fate.
Thought I should get an I-phone now, just for
Your chance to send an image out the door
To travel many miles to entice me
To be attracted electronically.
Of course I’d rather just have had you when
I thought you were what you once might have been
Before you joined up with the favored few
Who click and chirp and tweet the whole day through.
Now sadly, in place of a real embrace
Your graven image on my pillow case.
- 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.