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©B.R.STRAHAN has his poetry anthologized in many places and translated into several languages.His international audience includes Sources (Belgium), Poetry Monthly Shimunhak (Korea), The Salmon (Ireland), Poetry Australia, etc..B.R. STRAHAN CONTINUITY Not even stone But only the wind And the water that flows Only the breath That passes In and out Only the liquid That makes our flesh Less than stone more Bone and stone Detritus of fire The fury of flesh The furious earth Cores of fire Cores of fire Fire in the flesh That shrivels and weeps Fire in the rocks That melt and flow The fire that wakes And sleeps wakes And sleeps. Water that weeps From stones Wears the bones From the old land Fills the veins Of the old earth And the new flesh Repeatable flesh That never repeats That weeps From the bones is Weaker/stronger Briefer/longer Windblown pages A story paper boat In a swift stream The last is not The story in stone Words that have Forgotten meanings The last is not The lying bones The last remains In wind and flow Water and fire Molten suns And the sons of man Reprinted electronically with poet's permission; page design ©2007 JohnHorvathJr. a.k.a www.poetryrepairs.com a.k.a. POETRYrePAIRS |
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from vMM.10:114 GRAHAM CATT Regrets he tried not to think about all those missed opportunities how he'd turned his back on possibility ruined his chances with bad decisions or by not making decisions at all but letting life carry him far from his dreams he did not call them regrets denied having any - told himself that he was happy with life that his marrying too early, divorcing too easily taking the first job that came along had all been part of some masterplan but sometimes, late at night alone with his thoughts he stood before an aching moon and a raft of feelings rose to the surface like icebergs, they bumped against his ribcage like splinters of bone, they caught in his throat and he could only call them by one name - regretspoetryrepairs.com seeks volunteer editors to expand PoetryRepairShop via "language".poetryrepairs.us into a true 'Contemporary' and 'International' site. If you are fluent in a language other than English and you wish to help, please edit a one or two poems; send the poems and a paragraph 'about you' to editor@poetryrepairs.zzn.com . |
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