As/Is

4.02.2006

HEYKOOK

Rinsed behind pearl dove cloud to a red disc

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

posted by Coirí Filíochta on Sunday, April 02, 2006

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very fine!

# posted by  Sheila Murphy on 6:39 PM

 

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

Thank you very much for teleporting with me.

# posted by  Coirí Filíochta on 3:23 AM

 

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