“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Friday, January 18, 2019
absorption
The storm was done
and so it fell
into a fine mist
of crystals spent
in shards or more
mineral.
The after taste
of iron
smells like the steel sky
blowing by
or coming
from my mouth
in thin whispers...
Painting by Arthur Partin (1842-1914), 'Misty Morning off the Coast of Maine', c. 1865-67, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Direction
The pod pulls past
super slow
And in one way
the future is seen
in a second
Under notions of nightsky temerity
when moon rises and shines
and stars fall and flame out
The past twinkles
inset overhead
A fine line
between the living
and the dying
dissipates
when we look too long...
Image credit By C.R. O'Dell (Vanderbilt University) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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