Poem-a-Day, from Poets.org, comes through again.
This was yesterday's poem. Of it, the poet says:
“Everybody knows that poets are moonstruck. Of course, it’s so cliché, but we have our reasons and they are compelling. How could I not be struck by the force that causes ocean tides? This poem is a surrender to change, to a fresh start, to trust in the benevolent forces not only celestial but also earthly, such as friends and strangers, that have moved me into a brighter, kinder phase of life.”
—Oliver Baez Bendorf
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New Moon Newton
God is Change,
And in the end,
But meanwhile . . .
Kindness eases Change.
Love quiets fear.
—Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Talents
whole patterns of them
rocking around in the radiant arena
above and around our heads
on a night when the wind
sang like a scream
and the deer stood frozen
as a statue of itself
the sky was dark because
la luna had finished revealing themself
and was not yet ready to
and I get it now:
(Read the rest here, at Poets.org.)
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