May Swenson
a rain of diamonds
in the mind
the soul's fruit
sliced in two
a dark spring
loosed at the lips of light
under-earth waters
unlocked from their lurking
to sparkle in a crevice
parted by the sun
a temple
not of stone but cloud
beyond the heart's roar
and all violence
outside the anvil-stunned domain
unfrenzied space
between the grains of change
blue permanence
one short step
to the good ground
the bite into bread again
Naomi have you found new poems to add to your list?
ReplyDeleteLou Lipsitz