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What the hunter sees
So I stood on the tracks that night,
growling at trains as they passed
with their self-pitying crews of men. I felt
the vibration with nature's knowledge of all things
that shake and their danger. I listened to the quiet
in between
masses of crying masses,
could feel their noise
even while they presumed they were
silent. They will never ( Read more... ) -
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I raised my hand ( Read more... ) -
Here and Now
Loving this poem.
Here and Now
by Stephen Dunn
for Barbara
There are words
I've had to save myself from,
like My Lord and Blessed Mother,
words I said and never meant,
though I admit a part of me misses
the ornamental stateliness
of High Mass, that smell
of incense. Heaven did exist,
I discovered, but was reciprocal
and momentary, ( Read more... ) -
No time to post
But know that I really really want to. -
Pretty straight forward actually.
Moving is a nightmare. Trying to wake UP. -
Gotta share
So this happens to every poet at some point or another. You are reading poetry and along comes a poem you know that you should have written. Maybe not the exact wording, maybe a different line or two here and there. But you feel it, you know as a poet you should have written something like it. Something that would convey the entire world of ( Read more... ) -
It must be hard
It must be hard for my family to watch me make so many mistakes. Mistakes they can see coming. Mistakes I didn't need to make. It must be hard for them to want to help me and have faith that I will be okay. Knowing all the while that I seem to continue on my path of weirdness. I am such a joyful person that when I get swallowed in my joy I can ( Read more... )
