Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · This poem will soon be available in the publication listed below 🙂 January 2020: Three poems accepted to the annual anthology for Out Loud HSV (which stands for Huntsville, not for Herpes Simplex Virus) "Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm" "So 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 · This poem will soon be available in the publication listed below 🙂 January 2020: Three poems accepted to the annual anthology for Out Loud HSV (which stands for Huntsville, not for Herpes Simplex Virus) "Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm" "So you think you are better …
· 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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