One day you look up
discover this whole world
turned green in the rain.
Simple, says the world,
Go be thirsty, too.
Tilt your face
to the sky
Take the rain
inside
and like lemon,
apple, pear, plum,
pecan, like all before
you,
Ripen.
One day you look up
discover this whole world
turned green in the rain.
Simple, says the world,
Go be thirsty, too.
Tilt your face
to the sky
Take the rain
inside
and like lemon,
apple, pear, plum,
pecan, like all before
you,
Ripen.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
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A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
This is just lovely. Really. Thanks.
I get your posts by email delivered to my inbox and now and again, when one is just too good to read only once I keep it there to go back to again and again. This one will be staying there for quite a while.
Well, you just made my whole day. Thank you for your kind words, and your beautiful blog.