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National Poetry Month was launched by the Academy of American Poets in April 1996. For the rest of April, each day we will publish a poem: your favorite poem--one of your own or one by a published author.
Send your poem to janeEstahl@comcast.net with a sentence or two about yourself as the author or why the poem is among your favorites. And stay tuned for announcements of local poetry readings in the area that you may wish to attend to celebrate the integral role poets play in our culture.
by Sandra Williams
The coves quiet in the cold
a few gulls sweep the blue air
a wild sea flows from the horizon
It does not matter now--
the chaos we have wrought
losses suffered, changes to come
cannot touch, taint the heart of things
the quiet, the blue, the flow, the deep
Moon unfurls her cloudy sails.
All night, a silver ship of light
rises on the sea of sky
drifting window to window,
then sinks below the horizon
Red geranium
it's the red geranium
excitable explosion
red blood red
the red geranium
lifts me
with breathing color
healing my heart open
for love of
the red geranium
the red geranium
Sunny, with a high of 45 and low of 27 degrees. Sunny in the morning, clear during the afternoon and evening, fog overnight.
Love this,Amy..thanks
Memories can be bittersweet, you certainly captured a subway ride!Â
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