A Brief Time . A leaf rests silent on the ground Beside a withered rose. With careful flight The sunset lights Beside a withered rose. . I don't know where my whisper goes Into the reaching night. A breath, a hold, A heartbeat folds Into the reaching night. . Your little hands held on so …
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BTT #8.2: Dysphoria and Rain.
Anything I have written is percolating and fermenting. This isn't actually writer's block, but nothing has been posted in a while. Sooo. how about Reruns? This was posted in May 2017 and includes a poem from 2015 and 1992, so it stretches time a bit. The marriage spoken of in the prose is ending, we …
The Funeral by Edna Gurganus Norris
The Funeral · At the podium stands a man, There’s not a pew to spare, A solemn hush is everywhere, Many veils are royal lace. · From a distance comes a sound, It must be angels and so sweet. The blended chords so nice to hear, And all the music so complete. · The …
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 Dysphoria and Rain
"A Poem is a Naked Person" is the title of the sometime-acclaimed documentary film by Les Blank about musician Leon Russell. I have not yet seen the film, but the title of it has been an evocative touchstone for me for some years. It suggests that a poem should just sit there unadorned by ornamentation …