this is one of my favorite poems about love. there are more, but this one always comes to mind, and it makes me happy. last thursday was…… Read more “cummings on love”
Tag: poetry~
“let them eat cake”
eat cake and live, brother; your hands are but a sky of holes. c. Mary Kathryn Gough, april 27 2004
Ideas/Dried Roses
Tragedy, do you understand? the Tragedy of ideas pinned up like roses on the corkboard of Reason — concepts crucified, the souls contained within run out like…… Read more “Ideas/Dried Roses”
Like the Sun
Rippled glass and an image of me reflected in a single drop of water struggling to keep in line with the demands of gravity. What do…… Read more “Like the Sun”
Ancestors
This was a fridge magnet poem – the first I ever worked hard to keep. I likes it! 😉 Anyway. Tried to keep all the spacings…… Read more “Ancestors”
Song
Songbirds are taught to sing in the darkness. – but can anything this bruised and amateur ever Cause Beauty? tell me. i want to know now in…… Read more “Song”
language ii
the trees are speaking a new language today. a tongue i’ve never heard. it’s white and brilliant, sparkling in the wind with infectious energy; a million tiny…… Read more “language ii”
Shroud *i.
*i. The leaves’ backs are bowed under the weight of an orphan snow. Steadily, steadily, a forlorn blanket hides the bright greens and muted grays of an…… Read more “Shroud *i.”
Ancient
The wild tossing in the trees above me can be nothing but an ancient dance of pure joy; lady Wind is rushing through the scene, darting this…… Read more “Ancient”
conservation of matter / energy
woke this morning, lifted salty eyes to a small window frosted with chill. condensed upon the pane: night’s dew from my cheeks and shining eyes, transformed. outside,…… Read more “conservation of matter / energy”
Fragile Feet Hold On
the day is finally peaceful enough for me to sit. Still. __________________ small birds cheep, tweet, warble, sing small songs & weave small loves of small things…… Read more “Fragile Feet Hold On”
.:snow on tree trunks:.
light laces, sharply curving– splits, forks through dark trees lancing upward, lightning-like into inky blackness, numerical arms branching, breaking earth Open and arcing out into Air. soft…… Read more “.:snow on tree trunks:.”
Goodness
~*~ Good music, like Good anything in life, this life, so cannily, so cleverly and contextually compacted that, in the way of Good sake, its most intrinsic…… Read more “Goodness”
.Rest~
.rest ~ why is it that by night the world draws on garments of familiarity (comforting as an old and beloved blanket: a gentle guise devised of…… Read more “.Rest~”
Matter.
don’t feel like turning myself on my head just to look at the world with new eyes. to see it all through glass or crystal, doesn’t matter.…… Read more “Matter.”
Wings IV
i. wings, great w i d e silverswimming wings overhead drew a single shadow on the ground, in my heart of hearts. darker than the pupils of…… Read more “Wings IV”
Embracing Change
c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2001-2004, (published in College LitMag, Dialogue on blue-lined binder paper)
Ministrations
‘Ministrations’ ~ a winter window weakly thrashing, bony limbs glisten under the ministrations of a light which provides no heat. frozen rain falls steadily bitter weeping melting…… Read more “Ministrations”
Idiolalia 