Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
This is me in all my post-performance glory!
I got both of my books signed, I got hugs from Tracy K. Smith AND Philip Levine, oh and I even got...
thorny fingers flick the flesh
and i have thought
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch you
i cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
Poem submission by life-between-words
Thoughtless, I wander,
aimlessly roam streets
on this spring evening
when I saw it.
Is it a dream –
in this big city
such a tranquil place
– I don’t know.
I find myself looking,
can’t quite define
what or who
I’m looking for.
Golden sunset bathes
small windows of serene
houses with
happy shiny people.
Somebody’s husband and child
so similar to my
husband and child
who I don’t have.
So I’m watching, guarding
these moments
so perfect
in this floating world.
Breathe in, breath out, let go.
I bring myself to walk away
side by side with the future
I can’t hold on to.
Simply beautiful words