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Meditation
don’t look back back is thistle’d begin again New Year unwritten
jk
artist -Andrew Wyeth
Pied Beauty
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
One of the best.
I say to her: for me no air comes in
she replies: I have air for both of us
-- María Auxiliadora Álvarez
that winter it was so cold
listen if spring ever comes I will open these windows to you
-- Nicole Callihan
The ferns—sharp lime green, lean over
There is joy in the soft butt of a dog disappearing into its daily necessities. I am not sure I have ever had such a joy, either in discovery or expectation.
Analicia Sotelo
apostrophe
question mark the length of silence after a loon’s call
Sacred Poetry From Around the World. Discover Sufi poetry, Hindu poetry, Buddhist poetry, Christian mystical poetry, and poetry from other s
Effortlessly, Love flows from God into man, Like a bird Who rivers the air Without moving her wings. Thus we move in His world One in body and soul, Though outwardly separate in form. As the Source strikes the note, Humanity sings -- The Holy Spirit is our harpist, And all strings Which are touched in Love Must sound.
Sacred Poetry From Around the World. Discover Sufi poetry, Hindu poetry, Buddhist poetry, Christian mystical poetry, and poetry from other s
You hear me again, as words from the depths of me rush toward you in the wind.
will poetry change the world? no one asks
trust me when i say that poetry heals, guides, feeds, & enlivens. poetry may not change the world, but might change you.
Evie Shockley
I have no lover Solitude is my soulmate Solace is my cat
Sacred Poetry From Around the World. Discover Sufi poetry, Hindu poetry, Buddhist poetry, Christian mystical poetry, and poetry from other s
But the promise, from those first naked days outside the garden, is that there is no safety, only the terrible blessing of the journey. You were born through a doorway marked in blood. We are, all of us, passed over, brushed in the night by terrible wings.
new year fragments // T.S. Eliot / Ella Wheeler Wilcox / Joseph Fasano / T.S. Eliot / Muriel Rukeyser / Kim Addonizio / j. p. berame
across vast horizons II
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[ "II" you say? the original is here. ]
good poets writing more good things
What do you do with
The numbers you
Memorized that lead
Nowhere now? a Texas
Dialtone, a Nevada
Disconnection, I am
Disconnected and
There is no fee to
Pay to find those
Voices again, some
Static dream, electric
Storm into the unknown
A curtain to nothing or
Everything and they
Know or they don't--
Secrets in the dirt
S. Yarberry's poem "A Kind of Lighting" appears in Issue 58: What Remains. ________ S. Yarberry A Kind of Lightning The days pass—selected
A heap. A body. How horrible. I think it’s okay to be angry, I say. I am saying all the time now.
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Sits away from the murder
For even a crow can feel blue
Ignores the chorus