May 15, 2021

Life, death, grace, beauty.


The distance between us, 

space and ideas. 

I say what I need to say, 

and you hear what you hear. 

The sun, the moon, and the stars 

all whirl around us, with us. 

What is life but a leaf on a tree?

-jobe


Death is more powerful than life, 

but death will never match life for grace 

or beauty. 

In the end 

we still have the earth and the sky to hold us. 

In the end 

the morning sun will still light up every drop of dew 

on every blade of grass. 

We are mortal, 

but that which blesses us goes on. 

-jobe


LINKS -

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe



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