Here's a poem that strives for weight. It adds to the scale cathedrals and gold. Not to mention mountains. Yet silk and lace wiil have their say. Power and destiny have a lot to weigh as well. But blackbirds are the only sign of life in this one. Although maybe there's some frivolity in L-11 as well. Still, it's not quite pretentious.
3 comments:
I followed the link to your poetry and I am glad that I did.
I like this one, too, Greg. "An instant in the body/ of others" is about all we can expect or even stand.
David, glad you followed that link.
Helen, we agree!
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