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Sunday
Sep302018

On Sunday: Orphans


As one week ends and another begins, what keeps you — and what will you let go?

orphans (noun):  in typography, words or phrases that do not fit; in writing, phrases and lines discarded from original text but which the writer hopes will shine in a new work.


[ 1 ]

The morning smelled of fresh laundry. 

 

[ 2 ]

these smooth suede hills

  sedge and reed

           stubble and stalk

     cheat grass and ash

soft winter wheat

 

[ 3 ]

For years it was winter. 

 

[ 4 ]

Some days, I feel so lucky.
A door opens, a smile widens, I am let into a life.

 

[ 5

Some days I wake up missing you, counting the days and dreading the markers that will make you more gone. You are here, in my mirror, in my tears, everywhere and nowhere. 

 

[ 6 ]

"Each poem is a miracle that has been invited to happen." 

— William Stafford

 

[ 7 ]

The mind is always editor: sorting, sifting, discarding. 

How much energy it takes to write and rewrite a life. 

 

 


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