(trigger warning- contains mention of prior attempted suicide some years ago- I am happy to say none of that is going on now) Encircled . To begin again I must find the strength To remember All that Almost never was That day I did not Drive my car into a wall. I am not ashamed …
Tag: dVerse
BTT 31.2 A Death in the Wild
This is a rerun from 2018 when Jilly at dVerse Poets pub prompted us to take a walk in the wild. This is actually not quite just a rerun, but a slight revision of the original poem. Here is the link to the original prompt. https://dversepoets.com/2018/05/01/lets-get-wild/ . A Death in the Wild · A …
BTT 71.2: In the music of a quiet morning.
I married my sweet Carly Danyel yesterday. I read this poem at our wedding, so I am reposting it again today. LOVE YOU SWEET CARLY BIRD!!! 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 …
BTT #76: WAR
bY lOnA gYnT fEbRuArY 2021. aLl RiGhTs ReSeRvEd. PoStEd To DvErSe WhErE bJoRn AsKs Us To WrItE aBoUt WaR gOd HeLp Us aLl. https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/02/poetics-war-poetry-2/ this was hard to read on a small screen, so here is a transcript. . WAR . NOW is the time for all men to answer the call to stand for …
BTT #75: Little Window
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 …
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 …
