new poem every day

ok maybe not like EVERY day but I'm trying my best here. also feel free to submit any poetry you like to be posted!

[apoemaday]

Looking Back

by Ursula K. Le Guin

Remember me before I was a heap of salt, The laughing child who seldom did as she was told or came when she was called, The merry girl who became Lot’s bride, The happy woman who loved her wicked city. Do not remember me with pity. I saw you plodding on ahead into the desert of your pitiless faith. Those springs are dry; that earth is dead. I looked back, not forward, into death. Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come still disobedient, still happy, home.

[apoemaday]

Appetite

by Maxine Kumin

I eat these wild red raspberries still warm from the sun and smelling faintly of jewelweed in memory of my father

tucking the napkin under his chin and bending over an ironstone bowl of the bright drupelets awash in cream

my father with the sigh of a man who has seen all and been redeemed said time after time as he lifted his spoon

men kill for this.

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Franny Choi, Soft Science

[havingapoemwithyou]

i am offering this poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

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-W.H. Auden

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[sopherzzzz]

"It is true that in the meadow I had found Robbie, and I held him and pressed him down and lay on top of him. In those moments, I heard his snuffling and the soft shifting sounds around our nest as the breeze tousled the bearded heads of winter wheat. I whispered to Robbie how sorry I was, how much I cared for him. He trembled gently as he wept beneath me, so I gripped him hard enough that the cords of my arms went tight, and I pressed my weight over him in the way the he once told me made him feel safe, in my bed --our bed--that first semester, those times after I had come, and spent, I had spread myself atop him to feel him as mine. In the wheat, his shaking stilled and I kissed him, gently but insistently, and told him it wouldn't be the same after this"

-The Chaser by Torey Peters

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[ahotknife]

this has me in tears btw

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-Paul Tran

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Twilight People Prayer

As the sun sinks and the colors of the day turn, we offer a blessing for the twilight, for twilight is neither day nor night, but in-between. We are all twilight people. We can never be fully labeled or defined. We are many identities and loves, many genders and none. We are in between roles, at the intersection of histories, or between place and place. We are crisscrossed paths of memory and destination, streaks of light swirled together. We are neither day nor night. We are both, neither, and all. May the sacred in-between of this evening suspend our certainties, soften our judgments, and widen our vision. May this in-between light illuminate our way to the God who transcends all categories and definitions. May the in-between people who have come to pray be lifted up into this twilight. We cannot always define; we can always say a blessing. Blessed are You, God of all, who brings on the twilight.

-Rabbi Reuben Zellman