Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
thorny fingers flick the fleshand i have thoughtiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch youi 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.
Lots of guest poets posting this month over at the poets.org Tumblr. I will be one of them in two weeks. Now you know this.
Tomorrow I am...
Poem submission by Shaun Shane
if onlyour tongueswere made of glasshow muchmore carefulwe would bewhen wespeak
by Shaun Shane if only our tongues were made of glass how much more careful we would be when we speak