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 


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


Romare Bearden, Conjur Woman, 1964


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


Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003


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