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![]() v07.04 v07.05 PS : sponsor poetry visit Poetry Sponsors | Almost Too Much, This Explosion riot of rose and pink, rouge and icy lavender, wild plum. Days of no color and now this almost too much when pale dove would have been easier, a little forsythia sun. Magnolia fading to raspberry, subtle, not this jolt, this flare of brightness, blinding tangerines and blood. What happened to the colorless sky on Saturday, the one with no blossoms bark against pewter so the un- opened buds had a sliver of pink. what happened to that pale, that less being more, a single bird against slate water, not this cacophony, colors too loud to touch to fix to original condition. In each sense, www.poetryrepairs.com |
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LYN LIFSHIN Getting Your E-Mail imagine a letter coming years after the writer who sent it is dead, or weeks after weeks that never were what they could have been. Nothing seemed not to hurt from him, that ache you feel at 12 and are supposed to know is absurd later Aprils. Well, I was a mess with enough pills to do something awful. Instead I checked E mail on the hour, turned the black to words, an antidote for his poison that almost ruined Paris, Madrid. I might as well have been caught in the trap of his words, enchanting then, tempting, now though I know he is a spider who can spin silk, gorgeous webs, glistening jewel- like, then devoured 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 | Blues in This Wild Plum Lace, Forsythia Exploding Monday raspy voice and now no music but those upstate nights, what was real, hell-bound dark, glittery as a black dog in rain Baby, won't you follow me, what else could I? You think I'd change the lock? Not hang my hair out the window Baby see what fell thru black pines. All that matters is what's left out |
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