#PoetryReading: There’s a Poem in the Place: Poets in the Blogosphere

On Saturday, I participated in a poetry event on Zoom. It was put together by Elizabeth (Liz) Gauffreau and Luanne Castle, and Liz served as host and moderator. I enjoyed this event so much–such wonderful poetry and people. Here’s the video recording. (I’m the last poet to read.)

No Voice Speaks: A Reading of My Poem

Ingrid Wilson (Experiments in Fiction) has kindly shared my reading of my poem published in her book The Anthropocene Hymnal.

You can listen and get details about the book and project here. All royalties go to WWF-UK. The beautiful cover art is by Kerfe Roig.

It’s DeepTimeDay!

For those who don’t follow me on other social media sites, here’s my attempt at filming and reading my poem, “Surfacing” from Deep Time Vol. 2.

This is a poetry project by Black Bough Poetry inspired by Robert MacFarlane’s book, Underland. I have one poem in vol. 1 and two poems in vol.2.

Today poets involved with this will be sharing their poems on social media with the hashtag #DeepTimeDay.

Always the Clouds

JMW Turner, “Norham Castle Sunrise

 

 

Always the clouds come, drifting

colored in the hazy shades of ever-after,

yet distant stars glimmer through, sifting

light diffused from ancient gas and matter,

 

colored in the hazy shades of ever-after

time travels on, translucent or opaque

light diffused from ancient gas and matter,

and so, we ache

 

as time travels on. Translucent or opaque,

our thoughts grow dimmer to dark,

and so, we ache—

forgetting glory, gone our spark.

 

Our thoughts grow dimmer to dark

muttering and sputtering of past wrongs,

forgetting glory. Gone the spark

of former days and daisy chains and songs.

 

Muttering and sputtering of past wrongs,

we dream in owl-feathered night

of former days and daisy chains and songs–

then wait for lark-trilled light.

 

We dream in owl-feathered night,

as distant stars glimmer through, sifting

(our thoughts) as we wait for lark-trilled light,

but always the clouds come, drifting.

 

 

This is for Peter’s prompt on dVerse. He’s asked us to think about sound. Kerfe had me thinking of pantoums, and so I revised one that I wrote in April.