Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Sunrise
Love it. Thanks for writing 13 ways to hate dark November in such fine language.
Ha ha ha! Yes. My pleasure :)
November is beautiful in Las Vegas. I have roses blooming and the bougainvillea is just absolutely covered in gowns of blooms of pink and purple. It’s the best time to live in Las Vegas.
I had forgotten how well that form takes the poet and the reader everywhere.
All hail Wallace Stevens!
It’s gorgeous!
Thank you
Fantastic. I like how you sacrificed 13 future sunrise posts for the sake of one brilliant piece. It’s not about ‘content’. It’s about poetry.
Giggling
Like parts of a body celebrated.
That sounds like a poem right there!
The Columbia flows east for
Only a short while
Before it turns to bring you the sunrise.
😌 mmmmm!
thanks Ann i love that comment
"I am guilty of / Counting syllables ." LOL. Right with you. Oh, and congratulations on the circumflex, and on "scablands."
I was trying to imagine what strange words Wally would throw in.
This as a collection is fantastic! I, V and IX especially caught me in different ways 🔥
Thank you 🙏
"As winter comes on,
The sun rises further and further
Away on the despondent horizon.
The poet's entrepôt of words
Grows fogbound
With the temptation of silence."
THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fantastic! “Fearing for a moment that
The headlights on the highway
Were the remnants of last year's sunrise”
Love it. Thanks for writing 13 ways to hate dark November in such fine language.
Ha ha ha! Yes. My pleasure :)
November is beautiful in Las Vegas. I have roses blooming and the bougainvillea is just absolutely covered in gowns of blooms of pink and purple. It’s the best time to live in Las Vegas.
I had forgotten how well that form takes the poet and the reader everywhere.
All hail Wallace Stevens!
It’s gorgeous!
Thank you
Fantastic. I like how you sacrificed 13 future sunrise posts for the sake of one brilliant piece. It’s not about ‘content’. It’s about poetry.
Giggling
Like parts of a body celebrated.
That sounds like a poem right there!
The Columbia flows east for
Only a short while
Before it turns to bring you the sunrise.
😌 mmmmm!
thanks Ann i love that comment
"I am guilty of / Counting syllables ." LOL. Right with you. Oh, and congratulations on the circumflex, and on "scablands."
I was trying to imagine what strange words Wally would throw in.
This as a collection is fantastic! I, V and IX especially caught me in different ways 🔥
Thank you 🙏
"As winter comes on,
The sun rises further and further
Away on the despondent horizon.
The poet's entrepôt of words
Grows fogbound
With the temptation of silence."
THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you
Fantastic! “Fearing for a moment that
The headlights on the highway
Were the remnants of last year's sunrise”