New poetry I’m reading. I had to look up Erato. I had forgotten. She was one of the Greek Goddesses, the muse of erotic poetry and mime.
I was reading a novel but it failed to hold my attention. So now I’m sliding down the rabbit hole into poetry.
We Watched the Moon
Last night
we watched
the moon
It was golden
and slowly
disappearing
into the darkness
of a summer night
until it stopped
hanging there
like a sacred vessel
waiting to be filled
I’m just
a microscopic
particle
a molecular
miracle
Still
for a moment
I think
I believe
I filled the moon
up with my breath
and a sigh
and a shared smile
before we returned
to our lives once again
with wisps of the sacred
trailing behind us
18 July 2019
The World by Erica Jong
The world rushes by
people we loved die
& the world does not stop
astoundingly.
We pause
but the world
does not stop.
~ Erica Jong, The World Began with Yes
Erica Jong has a new volume of poetry out. I have been living inside its pages.
Drugs and British politicians: a bonus post — Notes from the U.K.
As I write this, half the Conservative Party is in the running to be the next party leader and, in a kind of two-for-one offer that’s built into British politics, since the Conservatives are the ruling party, the next prime minister. For at least a brief time, since the Conservatives have a fragile hold on […]
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If you’re not following this blog, you should be. This is an especially amusing and relevant post. ~ Rxx
Roses and Silence
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
~Wendell Berry
