This Sometime Poet |
those are not stars lighting the night those are my intimate eyes looking for you - Kalamu ya Salaam from "Where Are You?" |
By Tsuchiya Koitsu, late 19th-early 20th century. Japan
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Miss That Moment
I seem to always
miss that moment
in the morning
when the birds stop singing
and fly off to begin
their escapades
for the day
yet I keep imagining
meetings in some
not-so-distant park
where much is discussed
in hushed voices
among the leafy treetops
and fresh sheet music
is passed around and checked
for mistakes or errors.
Mary DeNeale Morgan, American, 1868 - 1948
Twin Cypress, n/d
Gouache on paper | 20 × 24 in | 50.8 × 61 cm
The poem is always there
with her kind, plain face
after each botched attempt
I make at a novel.
Time after time
I enter a document,
and the deeper I get,
the more obvious it is to her
that I will never finish,
that it’s just a matter of time
until I fall back,
snug between her stanza breaks,
where she will forgive me,
and pull a fresh sheet
up to my chin.
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“Strange isn’t it? To love a book. When the words on the page become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are.” ~ Erin Morgernstern, The Starless Sea
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