Glare

To panic about ice
yet to form, comments yet
to be made, technology
yet to break down,
a Coleridge poem printed

and not read
is to be most afraid
of how serendipity dances
across pavers—
cracked or not.

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2 thoughts on “Glare

  1. You are a wonderful poet: Very stark, realism dripping through your lines and getting the reader’s attention. Your last lines time after time swell up out of the poem and make a silence, or a comment, that forces thoughts to rummage through what’s just been read. That’s the art of craft and the craft of art.

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    • Thank you so much for your comment and for taking a look at my blog. It’s great to know there are fellow poets and lovers of poetry out there in cyberspace. I look forward to exploring your interesting blog as well.

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