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LYN LIFSHIN First Day, April 1, of Magnolias and dying by noon, the pale cherry bulges. Candles in Notre Dame someone will smash a ring, smoke go pewter. When a body fails like a marriage, its so quiet you think you hear death whisper, sing Rooms behind the windows, a special bed, a last breath trapped inside, a bird trapped in the tree E books, v07.05ary, education, the plain language of essays, interviews, opinion, reviews and, as ever, the grand language of poems, by poets whose poetry and prose stretch prevailing views of our world. international writers writing in the global creative community. Gather with friends and recite poetry over food and wine, light candles in darkened places! poetryrepairs.com invites your essay on poetry, or on a poet or poets, and, also, essays on all things related to poetry, its theory and its practice. Or, simply v07.05 on the poems here at poetryrepairs.com |
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![]() v07.04 v07.05 PS : sponsor poetry visit Poetry Sponsors | Imagine That Other April wasn't as blurred as the photographs you took with a glazed lens at 3 am when I realized what we'd built up to for three years wasn't happening. There were nights we could have moved into each other's life. A dry kiss was all, the rest hardly mattered. Alone, I waited, went over each move, what I should have done with my leather jacket. There was nothing more to say that dawn either hurtful or true. On my own coast, I made up stories why I didn't hear from you. I got a new cat and went to France. Now you are coming to my town and I want you, someone, any one out there who knows this story couldn't have a good ending to listen, please, keep me oblivious |
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