Blood · How do we regard This constant stranger Running always in And through us Bringing gifts As a fountain, quietly, Nourishing but never Wending past edges of the Waking dreams and Visions it only ever Carefully feeds? · Unless... We sometimes see A red round drop Flattened starkly against a Clean white plate When a …
BTT #41: On Transitioning
On Transitioning · When I become Known as I am Don't think I Circle a path That’s neither Slow unfolding nor quick, Neither open nor tightly walled. Rather, I have always Simply been here Whispering, When something is Important to you, You care What it is called. · Lona Gynt, September 2018. · This is …
BTT #40: Four Poets You Gotta Read.
Hey Y'all. Thirty years ago I was listening to a poet being interviewed on the radio. Apparently such things happened back then and sometimes still might. I don't remember who he was, I was busy driving on a busy Omaha winter road at the time. He read a poem of his that had something to …
BTT #39: An Answer to the Rain
An Answer to the Rain · In bed you hear The pounding of the Rain on roof and four Walls around you as the seas Turn out upon themselves the air Is humbled by the waters to depths Of quietude wrapped around your breathing. · And yet in all Of this you gave no Regard …
BTT #38: How to unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning.
How to unwrap God's Gifts on Christmas Morning ∗ Heal wounds. Soak Earth with sunshine. Breathe hope into sorrows And pace the Long and gentle Unwinding of the clocks. Don't point and counter Or fence the tides of Wild creation into doctrine. Care for each other, Instead of playing endlessly With the box. ∗ …
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BTT# 8.2.5 Rain in the Door
Rain in the Door · Gentle remembrances Wash the whited frame. I know this place, Where young lovers meet, And old friends Sit quietly outside the gate. Somewhere behind me, Perhaps on the mantle, Or the wall, A stone face keeps vigilance. Meting out each embrace, Striking in the rise and fall. · -Lona Gynt …
Windswept
Travel with Tosha to a place of quiet contrasts, peace, reconciliation. One of my favorite poems, opens the antithetical interiors of a quiet afternoon by the sea to the sweeping pathways of the the hearts breezeway. I love this. So I am reblogging it. Link on in to it and get swept. Thanks Tosha, Lona
I am not she.
The view is not the same.
I sit by roses but don’t
see the thorns.
Even after all these years,
still full of the blush
of wonder
My air is warm, fragrant.
My heart speaks of
watercolor nights and
a breathless yearning.
I’m wild for you, but not
afflicted. I recite charms
through verse and song
by a bending light.
I speak in sunlight even
when the cumuli
starts to gather. Lying
face down in the grass.
Hope imprinted on my cheek.
My heart bleeds in syntax.
Just a gleaming of my
streaming soul. Writing what
touches me best.
Love. Fear. Happenstance.
A trembling mind.
The punctuation peppered
with sea salt and caramel.
I steadfastly sit by the ocean
as the boats drift away.
I choose to contend with the
wind. Making a symphony
with the air.
Chopin playing against
the elements and tide.
Never just…
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BTT #37: Is Epistemology a Whore or a Mother or Both?
Is Epistemology a Whore or a Mother or Both? Truth, it seems, is rarely lacking leaven. A wise woman said it hurts only if you believe it. The most tenacious con is self-deception. Truth may have its way, but perhaps is merely written by the victors. Whether it is a sword or salve depends upon the …
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BTT #36: Broken Quadrille
https://dversepoets.com/2018/07/17/poetics-7-and-7/#comment-141417 I was too lazy to edit so I broke the Quadrille. yes, it was me, it was sitting around there all shattered and the entire dVerse had long faces, and said together, "HEY! WHO BROKE THE QUADRILLE???!!!) I mean my poem was so awesome and each little word was just dripping with honey …
BTT #35: Don’t Let Go
Don't Let Go · You know You say exactly What you feel. My swallow heart Flutters in the Windless grasp Of your caress At twilight. · You say You feel exactly What you know. Please just Hold me gently. I swim in Storms of expectation Itching for a flight. · · All right reserved by …
