Each month, write a new collection.
(after William Carlos Williams) Winter-treesIn the high elevationOf four thousand feetabove sea level it oftensnows as it comes down inclusters getting bigger andbigger and falls harder andharderThe trick is to stick out your tongue and try to catchthe floaters falling like giant feathers from the fighting of pillows as if the heavens were having a raucous pillow fight which only God and the angelscould possibly throwalong with the laughteras the children on the surface of earth look straight up and wonder why they were not invited to tear it up?
Daryl, this by far is my favorite poem of yours. It's fantastic!
Thank you John, the prompts get me to writing and then some. I have a poem I will email you called well, oh hell, I will just post it here.
I also love this one
Breathe inWhen we are separateThe world and starsAre desperateWhen we are TogetherThe universe and Hearts are foreverMaking fear obsoleteMaking love strong as we longto completeThe spiritual journeyYearning a connectionWith each OtherResurrecting learningNot to consume but to CoverThe emotion with the notionOur state should relateAnd commotion then would motionThe hate to dissipateAs we communicate to the reachesoutside ourselves in a song that belongs inside us as wellAnd sing to the things like the heartstrings with our dreamsAs we are in harmony withoutharming the part we seem to believeUnited forever in perfect measureHoping for a correct endeavorto end the controversial contradictionAnd make the music use a universal convictionTo bring our being Not apartBut startTo sing freely and regard the heart to become as oneBecoming betterThan numbering has doneAs we breathe in together
It should end at To sing freelyand regard the heart to become one.
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We had an office partyfor the other working mothercelebrating a newbornclose to my son’s birthdateeight months apart like Irishtwinsdelivered on my birthdaywe swapped clothes outgrownstored bottles of breast milkin the company lunchroomthe reduction inforcemeant referenceletterslong distance relationshipuntil Caring Bridge, a websiteabout Julia, bright soulJulia, forevereight