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A few fine words
I am going to try a showcase of poems to replace the "Duel". There will be one of mine here since I can find them easily and can rapidly copy them from one place to another. There will also be one featuring some other contemporary poet whose work I like, appropriately credited.
I will change the poems frequently but not necessarily on a fixed schedule and encourage everyone to comment and to promote the readings on Twitter and other social media. I will also leave the rating widget so please show your applause (or disapproval).
As with the Duel if you would like one of your poems featured, please reach out to me. I love to promote others' good works!
At the bottom will be a piece of flash fiction, sometimes mine, sometimes not.
A solitary farm field far from artificial light
Crystal clear icy air
Inky black sky covered with innumerable
Stars - red, blue, yellow, and white -
From stunningly bright to minimally faint.
Lying on the snow, looking up
Finding the familiar constellations
Spying something new; wishing on a meteor
Unaffected by the cold
Rapt in wonder.
Forty years later
The same clear icy air and inky black sky
The artificial light intrudes
Making the fainter stars invisible
And the cold makes joint creak; unable
To lie and watch and wait for the meteor
Streaking past on its self-destructive spectacle
The wonder is still there
If only captured in a brief gaze and a longer memory.
by Greg Schroeder, first published in Moments
By her too-high
She wasn't aiming
For the skies
Or the moon
At the top
Of the trees
Or the vertiginous
Of a tune
Just for a sprinkle
A whisper less sleep
To help her spirits
From the deep
By @moonbiscuitblog on Twitter