The written way to share insight and wisdom; from others and me, covering an infinite subject range – equality, nature, acceptance.
RESPONSE: this poem is cool. It’s complicated and yet simple. Awkward and yet graceful. Detail rich and yet vague. It’s an interesting modern view. I love it. Congratulations to the Nobel-Prize-wining author, Louise Glück.
It’s the too many moments the love seeps in again, crumpled like a blanket on our unmade bed.
Your pillows are absent of you now but picturing you on them swells my heart, eases all pains.
And a wonderful feeling to nap beside.
“You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves.”
Hello, splendid Morning.
Your pastel purple cloud hugging the hillside. Parallel to the geese flying in line low. Our to-do list chatter about groceries. The worn-out Pyrex sits on the counter. Forgotten from the dishwasher.
I put away everything I thought.
I thought wrongly.
Yes, dear Morning.