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 …

BTT #59: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth

For dVerse Open Link Night, I am going to post two poems that have been inspired and arisen out of another poem or comment that occurred in a prior dVerse post.  The first came out of a comment by Jane Dougherty where she wrote in response to a poem of mine about racial violence that …

BTT #52: Entanglement

Entanglement   We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped.   But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …

BTT #48: Come Soft Snows

· · Come Soft Snows · Come Soft Snows. Let fall the hush That renders Ceres still. Hold fast yet When time her sleeping silence keeps, Beneath the whited hill. . -Lona Gynt, January 1987 all rights reserved. This poem will soon be available in the publication listed below  🙂 January 2020: Three poems accepted …