Today, poems rest in shadows just beyond computer glare.
But oh how I long to wake from winter fog into light more brilliant out than in.
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Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Where Shadows Rest
Naomi Shihab Nye encourages Ernest Mann to see poems in "shadows / drifting across our ceilings the moment / before we wake up."
Today, poems rest in shadows just beyond computer glare.
But oh how I long to wake from winter fog into light more brilliant out than in.
Today, poems rest in shadows just beyond computer glare.
But oh how I long to wake from winter fog into light more brilliant out than in.
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