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Ancient Sequence
ANCIENT SEQUENCE Before the threads of lightTore apart andWove a frictive sparkOf lifeThat broke through theEternal darkness What was there? When I think of endless spaceWithout the grace ofTime and placeWithout the perfect memoryOf your faceWith your soft halo of hairEmergingInto the worldI … Continue reading
Our Own Hands
OUR OWN HAND The day is translucentFrostedThinThe air still breathes winterWe breathe winter in It might be the last timeWe take this breathOf coldFor grantedAs the world grows oldAnd weary of itself There is no reservoirFor the arctic shelfAs it collapses Waters riseAnd we … Continue reading
Spirits in Rome
We sat in the hollow daySeeking surfacesTo holdWhat had already gone away Someone leftA broken Christmas wreathIn a dry heapNext to a lost, tinsel-hairy treeNear the bridgeWe are about to walk beneath The museum is emptyFor the holidayThe relics frolic in the ghost … Continue reading
The Forgiven World
The forgiven worldSitsInside a small boyWho waits on the porchFor his father to comeHome A light snow fallsOutsideThe sound of setting platesComes from the house Christmas Eve The boy’s motherToo busy to waitFor a man as likely to showAs Santa ClausBecause he is … Continue reading
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Tagged April, April is Poetry Month, Childhood, Christmas, Emil Adler, Favorite Poems, Julie Flanders, Marina Belica, National Poetry Month, October Project, October Project Music, Parenthood, Photographer, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, snow, Spring, Winter
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Audiences
The leaves gossipThe sky pretendsPurityClouds stand backIn dark insecurityThey will arriveThey will go away The world is mutableClayShaped by unseen handsAs the universe contractsAnd expands We standHolding our absurd plansAs if they were real A map is not the territoryThe territory is not reallyWhat … Continue reading
Impermanence
IMPERMANENCE What baby grows insideLife giving life to itselfLife giving itself to me You are all that I seeWhen I see a flowerA sky, a mountainA bird singing before it flies up You are the kick, the pushThe puppy snuggling into its motherTo … Continue reading
Am I Home
The pipes rattleAnd spit steamYou wakeAs if in a dreamWalking territoriesYou’ve never seen You shake snowFrom the branch of the treeShake saltOn the pavementAssess the debrisNature sits stillThis morningBut you are still fullOf the storm Full of its warning force SometimesThe air is … Continue reading
Before Coffee
A small bird in the yardPesters the dayWith a shrill, persistent cryWhy–why?Why–why?Why–why? You want to go back to sleep You just found out a friend diedYou just found out He was in a lot of painThere’s been another derailmentOf a trainAnd so many … Continue reading
Mother Nature
The eye of the elephant closesTo the world The grass moves in the windThe birds rise in a swirl You imagine a place you have never seen Where the earth is youngThe green trees show off for the skyThe whales … Continue reading
Cortés
CORTÉS Cortés arrivingBright white skullDark hullCutting through centuries of deathIn the brief lull of some uncertainMissionA churning engine of ambitionScattering the birds You do not have to speak these wordsTo understand their meaningThe women’s voices sing your language:They are keening The city … Continue reading