Here are two poems I drafted yesterday while my students were taking finals. Please comment.
Winter Moon
O winter moon
if only warmth
issued from
your sinews
rather than
biting cold, darkness,
and death.
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Untitled - suggestions for a title would be greatly appreciated
My son naps,
like a curled
feline,
in a three foot
by five and a half
section
of warmed carpet.
Super-heated by a
welcomed
winter sun.
Melting the
stabbing icicles
and providing
blanket heat
for my child.
2 comments:
No editorial notes, but a reading suggestion based on these poems. For another take on the moon, Yeats's "Adam's Curse", and for your son and your wish for him, Coleridge's micro/macro masterpiece "Frost at Midnight". Enjoy!
Wow thank you Joe for the recommendations. Both beautiful pieces.
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