My poem "Berakhah" (for Peter Burson) has been accepted by
erzebet for Jabberwocky. Meanwhile, I have the sempiternal con crud. One of these days, I promise: a post with content. Till then, I suggest you read
seajules's "The sky is the floor of an ocean" or
shweta_narayan's "Apsara" or Robert Pinsky's "Last Robot Song," all of which are beautiful, with truth in them, and much easier on the ear than me sneezing.
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- 1: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 2: What does it do when we're asleep?
- 3: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 4: Put your circuits in the sea
- 5: Sure as the morning light when frigid love and fallen doves take flight
- 6: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
- 7: And in the end they might even thank me with a garden in my name
- 8: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 9: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
- 10: And how it gets you home safe and then messes the house up
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