For John Berryman
solstice...
counting snowflakes
on the window
There are two voices fighting for the control of my mind. One says, “Just keep writing,” and I ask, “writing for whom?” The other whispers in the dark, “for the dead whom you did love.”
first light . . .
my copy of The Middle Way
dog-eared
I start to spin the poems of darkness out of falling snow.
counting snowflakes
on the window
There are two voices fighting for the control of my mind. One says, “Just keep writing,” and I ask, “writing for whom?” The other whispers in the dark, “for the dead whom you did love.”
first light . . .
my copy of The Middle Way
dog-eared
I start to spin the poems of darkness out of falling snow.
Anthologized in Contemporary Haibun, Vol. 14 (2013)
