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Tag: Poetry

  • Smoke and Mirrors

    Photo by Luke Besley on Unsplash reluctant poetry I’ve only espoused one cause in my lifeThe cause of myself. I champion me.My loves and my rages, opinions, and pinions, and ways,My privileged dreams; my unique debris. Precarious hold on the world, that seemed all rightat the time — well-centered in self. No outsideLines to tangle my senses with…

  • Between Earth and Wing

    Photo by 广博 郝 on Unsplash reluctant poetry They bless you in the air, a shimmering spirit,soaring flame. They sense but do not see your nest of life,your earthen power,wisdom fixed not in the mind but deepwithin the blood. And you, eternal, more than glimpsed, be mother,root, and sea. I celebrate the cycles of your seasonsand…

  • Two Rivers

    photograph by adrian on unsplash It’s Complicated: Lit Up & The Writing Cooperative Contest It used to be that world and heighthad made your face a frozen stream,and ice and rock were poor disguisefor waters rushing black beneath,so cold they’d burn whoever ventured there. But down and down and further down (with gravity or other hid device)the…

  • Write, Pray, Love

    With apologies to John Keats (and Elizabeth Gilbert) It appears that writers cannot help thinking about writing. I suppose it’s analogous to sculptors thinking about carving marble, or musicians thinking about making melodies. But with writers, it’s amusing because we are thinking about words with, of course, words. It reminds me of television commercials advertising…

  • Damned Spring

    Photo by Jordan Ladikos on Unsplash Chinooks, they say, for the last few days are blowing out windows, punching at trees,teasing of spring in the deadlock grim of winter;melting snow: powdering breaths of almost-summer,hale and evocative, driving me mad.In spring I know I’ve spent another season.Damned spring. I’ve never had much use for spring;don’t like it when it comes…

  • Late March

    Joshua Bartell on Unsplash The brown tree’s tippedwith awkward swellings,dipped in coldish rain,waiting perfectly gray and bleak: come backin about a week. Anton Darius TheSollers on Unsplash

  • Ozone

    reluctant poetry Photo by Andrew Seaman on Unsplash Children run before the wind,bright of face and light of limb,taunting, never looking back,snubbing clouds and thunder black. And I have heard their wildish criesunderneath the soon-stormed skies. Do they fathom, as they go, the danger? Yes. They know. They know. Image by VIktor Forgacs on Unsplash © M.…