Religion, Sight Unseen
Made it! Now I can stop writing poetry.
The 30 Poems in 30 Days celebration is December 10 at 7 p.m.
Weinstein Auditorium, Smith College… 34 more words
4 days, 12 hours
Turlough O’Carolan, harpist/ composer, born blind 1670, Co Mead
First morning sun pries open the mountain;
Her rays sparkle on the pond and disturb the geese. 129 more words
6 days, 4 hours
I’m a Christian, he wrote,
I’m an eye for an eye kind of guy.
Yeah, I’m Leonardo DaVinci I said,
I can’t draw. 61 more words
6 days, 5 hours
Sunday is the last day of the month and I’m four poems behind!
Can I write four poems by Sunday?
Only if I don’t delay. 124 more words
6 days, 20 hours
there’ll be no crying tonight
the cat’s purring in his sleep
dog’s running in his dream
you murmur as you
roll against me
the cold rain on the roof… 12 more words
1 week, 1 day
rattle as they roam
’til they come back home.
the last time I saw one
he. she, or it shone in the sun… 54 more words
1 week, 2 days
Death came near.
Death backed away.
She never leaves without a fare-well gift:
Scars, fears, memories,
A limp, a pain, a tremor.
She never leaves entirely, 27 more words
1 week, 3 days