May 26, 2018 | Alexandrine, Daughter, Grief, Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Mom
There are moments that poems are unworthy of. Like the photographs that can never truly show the setting sun nor capture the new fallen snow. Their radiance flattened; their laughter hollowed out. Our highest metaphors blaspheme both life and love; all our symbols...
May 14, 2017 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Quatrains
When he broke, the yoke of him spilled out and there was an anger in his sadness. Horror at the young boy’s laughing shout, the sickening mirth and ringing gladness over the destruction his hands had wrought. The boys had found the nest beneath the leaves on a...
Mar 28, 2017 | Grief, Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought – Regardless grown, A...
Jan 9, 2017 | Grief, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
In dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships; And gold doubloons, that from the drowned hand fell, Lie nestled in the ocean-flower’s bell With love’s old gifts, once kissed by long-drowned lips; And round some wrought gold cup the sea-grass whips, And hides lost pearls,...
Nov 21, 2016 | Chiastic, Grief, Gus Stevens, Regret, Winter
The woman at the counter said she could not tell me where the poet Roethke drowned. The Bloedel Reserve wanted to put on a happier face, a garden in the wood and clifftop eyes above the grey-blue Sound. The pool where they discovered him was gone; the dying place torn...
Nov 5, 2016 | Grief, Rusten Walter Harris
Late night crossing the narrow passage A warning light flashes “severe side winds” My hands on the wheel, I wonder How many other travelers in the dark Upon their way to the hospital where their child is tied up with hoses and cords Read those words and...
