MOTHERSONG A leaf trickled down onto the dew on white, steel mornings as if to say “You thought I would not last the night, the frost bears its might upon my body: it will choke my stillborn song.” Heavy it lay upon your back bearing upon your tender frame the deadness of aborted rain that [...]
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Easter Daysies( no mis=spelling intended)
Here’s a poem I’m working on: “I’d like to think on Easter Day, you’d be spending a whole weeks’ pay on drinks for the boys and jokes for the gals. Leaning on elbows with leaves in your sleeves you’d talk of daffodils, yellow and full, bursting -dancing on that self-same hill, where the gentle poet [...]
Advent poem on a rainy evening
Why did you have to do it Lord of nails, whips and stakes. piercing the Mother-Cry , come look , sons and daughters are reborn. cradled safe by dark deserts where a bush casts coiled shadows of thorns burning like manna on wet gethsemane. weeping quails soaked in fresh blood; prints of peace splashing the [...]