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Ode to a Seibles’ Poem [Undergraduate ODU Poetry Prize Runner-Up]

By Willie Wilson

  • I unfasten my stay-in-the-box
  • perception, unfasten what I think
  • is possible
  • and open my mind
  • to possibility,
  • with his book in my hand
  • mouthing words he mouthed
  • when he made each poem—
  • blended each word
  • in a realm of its own but
  • not on its own. Imagine
  • sitting on a page,
  • resting on each letter, soaking
  • in a sentence. His reasons
  • stretch further than simple love.
  • Love to sit    on the edge of a cliff,
  • lean forward and leap love.
  • Love to swing
  • from a crow’s wing and let go—
  • shaping white space into new
  • realities. I know ’cause I hear it.
  • I hear it in the plosives,
  • in the liquids, and sibilants I know.
  • I know ’cause I see it,
  • I see sleep as a sweet ghost
  • and arms the shade of toffee,
  • bare brown legs dancing
  • under flimsy culottes and I wonder
  • how does he make it work:
  • Make my hands five-legged
  • pocket spiders and my brain
  • a wrinkled suitcase,
  • take a ride on the sky
  • river-for what?!
  • For love, for the thrill of the ideal
  • of spreading poetry—
  • making the world view words
  • in new ways.



Willie Wilson, 29, is a poet from the Hampton Roads area. He attends college and majors in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. He views poetry as a bridge between language and the human condition which he enjoys sharing with eyes near and far.


  1. every word in this poem is intense this poem has several different meanings. I like the part in the poem where it says i love to swing from a crows wing and let go.Good job Willie Will the Poet

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