Little Window . When I was quite young, I would often lie awake in the top bunk in the basement room I shared with my brother. Sometimes I would switch my pillow down to the where the foot of the bed came up against a window that looked out at ground level into the fields …
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BTT #59.2: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth?
This is a rerun, first posted in 2019. The pandemic is a killer, and has been so exhausting, but we might need a reminder that the damage we inflict on each other may be the more insoluble problem. . Image is from poster of the 2015 Movie directed by Jason Kurzel, with Marion Cotillard and …
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BTT# 75: Let Go
Let Go . You held me tightly In the morning As breezes Lifted from a Quiet sea. . I counted out The reasons that Circled round And held us there Entwined upon the sand. . I felt them Wrap around me. . The memory Of your skin. The promises I made …
BTT #74: Memory of a park bench on a winter night
Memory of a park bench on a winter night . We may say We seek the light, When in fact it hardly Ever lets us go, Surrounding us in Its patient holds It has us, we children Thinking we feel so Searchingly the need To open, look and see. . But it can Still surprise …
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BTT #73: Sundial
This picture was hanging in a friend's house. I don't know the artist, and I don't know exactly why I chose it for this poem, but it seemed somehow to fit. Sundial . I have heard that Wherever you go There you are. True perhaps Of place and Footings, But when the Sun moved the …
BTT #72: Sympathetic Labor
Sympathetic Labor . I saw the Watery Bag, Crossed with Scarlet Streams In her slender hand. Empty glistening pools, Black and red, Stared back at once Expectant faces. Friends whispered Tender eulogies, But made no mention Of the dead. Rather, It was the rain Which swam from Muddy rivers To the seas That gently laid …
Guest Post: What you did. By Carly Danyel
Picture from: www.psycologytoday.com What you did. . It seems I've been running, running all my life Only slowing occasionally to catch my breath or glimpse the world's beauty Daily I press onward, setting new goals and chasing after new deadlines Moving forward without reflection. . I guess I had never really set time aside for …
BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning
In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding darkly between Growing rows of houses. . I could still be asleep As the lullabies spring From the leaves. But I am called into waking, And like these chirping birds And frogs and …
BTT 70: Dear Consequence
Dear Consequence . I. I always thought you were Something to suffer, An improvised device Answering my every Step, both mutable And sure, Inscrutable, And counting down The years and days Together pounding Our little plans To powder Beneath your Watchful gaze. I would feel you Searching out the issue Of my blood, Who never …
BTT 32.2: HAIR–CUT–NON–TRANSITIONED
This is in response originally to a post by the Amazing Amaya at dVerse who has prompted us to “Bridge the Gap.” The task is to start with one quote and then end with another quote from a different source and write a poem that bridges the two gaps. My first quote is from Faulkner, …