I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Announcement (19 May 2013)

I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while — though there will be some. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I'll continue to participate in my online poetic communities, sharing poems already written.

21 June 2012

Dark of the Moon

dark of the moon
the night before solstice
midwinter

I remember
nights of dancing
song and prayer

I celebrate
in silence tonight
solitary

a watcher
(not that there is one)
would only see

an old woman
sitting and writing
sipping wine

lifting her head
now and then to gaze
at the dark

she is wearing black
and around her neck
a moonstone
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  1. Just a silent prayer,a slight celebration and a quiet respect for the solstice, so it is, Rosemary! Nice take!

    Hank

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  2. Rosemary, this is a poem of realism, a poem of life. I share this day with you, having my own glass of wine here...on another continent. I raise my glass to you & poetry!

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  4. And the godless watcher would see the woman and the wine and the write and knowingly smile a t the ct of lone creation

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