May 23, 2021

Words carved in stone? Nah.


these bones are aging 

getting brittle 

but I can still open my heart 

to the pale loveliness 

of the moon and stars 

-jobe



in the fourth and fifth months

the leaves return, reborn 

the flowers bud and bloom  

who am I?

I have no new color for spring

I have no words worthy

of being carved in stone

-jobe



Romare Bearden, Conjur Woman, 1964


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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