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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A Dream of Passage · Anchored in the Amber light Of waking I can still feel Resting faintly On my cheek The faded tracing Of your caress My once and ever Friend held fast. · I still see you Walking neither With myself Or with my shadow, But with the Mere idea Rounding out Encircling …
Dispossession · Have we ever Been there Where the long and Careful winding Of the river Lifts and carries Our craft or cares Or conscience to a Landing never seen Or heard of In the quiet Vespers of either Prophecies or dreams? Do we ever leap Above the current Or just even gently Press against …
Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · Walking the dog on the fairway at 9 pm By Lona Gynt, August 2019. . I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you …
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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 …
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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 …
Flint River · I had once Watched these cold waters With the calm Precision Of one who had decided To Sink beneath them. · Another River is flowing In this bed From that day When promises filled pockets With the weight of stones · Walking now Upon a gray path On the bank, Stones just …
· · 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 …
· Why Do We Lie? Lying lends Breath to power, Unleashing wolves Sniffing, Rending Any whelp Hefting truth Into the air. · Lying lends Space for love, Delicately tangling In loam Between us, But twisting Spoiling Withering Underneath the sun. · And, Oh yeah, Almost forgot... Sometimes it’s just plain fun. - 😏 Lona Gynt …
On Transitioning · When I become Known as I am Don't think I Circle a path That’s neither Slow unfolding nor quick, Neither open nor tightly walled. Rather, I have always Simply been here Whispering, When something is Important to you, You care What it is called. · Lona Gynt, September 2018. · This is …
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