Featured Poem: Mark Sanders – The Still Life

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The Still Life
by Mark Sanders

Now — just at that silent place,
between sadness and gratitude,
wind-worn balances we all weather —
a cardinal leaps from a bare trim limb,
its red bloom lingering. The sun down
in deepening darkness
where night clouds consume it,
evanescence of orange and purple.

How moment passes, how memory
holds. The heart must break
if it has ever felt joy. The heart must
break because diminished things matter,
and having mattered hold, still.
You were here. For us. Then break, heart.
Your fingers lie upon the pulse of our days.

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~ Reproduced from the New York Times article~
~For more on Mark Sanders, click here ~

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at my desk

~Week 41: The Kimo~

at my desk

beside a leaning stack of old notebooks
one hand rests on empty page
one on warm coffee mug

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Wait and See

~Week 40: The Cascade~

Wait and See

If we take it day by day,
We’ll see how it goes.
Tomorrow may bring something new.

Despite the walls placed in our way,
We’ll find the room to grow
If we take it day by day.

The gods of old have gone, and so
We last remaining faithless few
Wait and see how it goes.

The April sky is still sometimes blue;
It’s not always this cloudy grey.
Tomorrow may bring something new.

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~ Featuring a new form every week! ~

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Old Eugene’s Quarantine

~Week 38: The Limerick~

There once was a fool named Old Eugene
Who wouldn’t stay home for the quarantine.
He said “Damn you all,
I’m going to the mall.
I’m almost out of my Ovaltine!”

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Click Here to learn more about the Fifty-Two Form Poetry Challenge.

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— A sample of what you’ll find at my new blog, Astra Poetica —

~ Featuring a new form every week! ~

— Creative works are owned by the author and subject to copyright laws