Knowledge · The room was stark and gray, with only a cot and a bench and a metal desk framing a firm tall gentleman in crisp shirt and dull blue tie regarding me with sad and patient eyes. I sat on the bench. “I am sorry sir,” he said and then told me that …
BTT #57: Love Is Not A Square
Love is Not a Square ° Love will not Hold you In a box Or claim your Past, or mark you Waiting out Far off. ° It just embraces Where lines of Frets and strings Curve to pluck A tightened sound From softened edges And patient circling Of one eternal round. ° -Lona Gynt, June …
BTT #56: I am worried about Jessica
I am pleased and grateful to be able to announce that I have had a posting accepted by the Blog Site "By Common Consent." Here is the link: · https://bycommonconsent.com/2019/06/18/i-am-worried-about-jessica/ · It is dedicated to, well... "Jessica." May you know that God keeps you and us and knows our travails.
BTT 27.2 Dresden and the Furies
· Dresden and the Furies· We seek the dead Within our dreams And pinching writhe our Memory with a blade. That night Three women Gathered children Dancing in your winds, Stained red Above the screams. · - Lona Gynt, January 1990. · This is posted for Amaya's prompt at dVerse "Cry me a River'" where …
Tiananmen
https://www.nbcnews.com/nightly-news/video/30th-anniversary-of-tiananmen-square-the-day-that-changed-modern-china-61192773778 · All Rights Reserved, Lona Gynt, June 4th 2019. Thirty Years later.... All rights reserved, all rights preserved, all might conserved, all plights deserved, all brave ones not to be forgotten, they stood and died for us all. Thank you.
Still
The perfect Mother’s Day poem from the incomparable Amaya Engleking of Gospel Isosceles. I am thankful for a Mother who still breathes with me, and for the Mother of my children, who still cradles their hearts.
Let breath be held and time rest still
When winter lands with her soft kiss
A plum linnet taps windowsill
As breath is held and time rests still
Mother and child witness her chill
Blanketing this holy fortress
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BTT #55: Attenuation
Attenuation · Skies burn blue But rest pale Inside my eyes. Tidal foam soaks My feet then Seeps breathless Beneath the sand. My words feel Only the Echo of shapes Tracing my lips. I once gulped Life in draughts Slaking thirsts Unquenchable by Careful measured sips. · - Lona Gynt, February 2019 · This is …
Puppy
Merril wanted to see our new puppy. Here she is!
BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.
Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind · Rabbit trembled, Awakening from nothing Into loneliness. Wolf sniffed, "You are many," he breathed, Eyes gleaming. "I am one," she answered "Blossoms are many, Steeped in morning glisten." Blossom quivered Beneath her paw. Wind drifted Back softly Stilling their hunger, Whispering one word... · "Listen." · -Lona Gynt, …
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BTT #53: No One Is Coming.
Hello everyone. I was inspired by Ken's entry of a poetic translation a few months ago, and have been working on translating a poem by Rainer Brambach that I have always loved. Brambach lived in Basel and is a noted Swiss poet, but I have never found this poem in English. I enjoyed reviewing this process with …
