the lit end of a cigarette sunset sinks on a brooding Irish sea extinguishing the day
like death returning flesh to the womb of light when our breathing note no longer plays in life's rare song but disperses back through air to fill the sky in silence
Thanks very much Sheila. I've been bigging you up on the poem.uk site, telling of the silent two way learning which took place last summer until the time we posted at the exact same time, signaling the end of that period of my development.
I did a satirical piece on Shmidt's Stanza lecture which is at poem.uk and on my irishpoetry.blogspot.com
I did a satirical piece on Shmidt's Stanza lecture which is at poem.uk and on my irishpoetry.blogspot.com
Thank you very much for teleporting with me.
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