✿ in love

how does the world
do it? how
can i lie
in darkness at six
am in my
house in back
of the real
house, close
my eyes then
them again
to see
both ends
of the room,
where the windows
are, now
glowing gray?

how is it then
that after
my ritual
in the brewing
of coffee
and my hunkering
down to peck
out the words
a few of you read,

that the screen
of trees—
a mess of pine
and other kinds
with leaves—can glow
so golden
green against
the ragged scraps
of sun-
unblemished blue?


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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One Response to ✿ in love

  1. Barbara Buckmaster says:

    I don’t know how the world does it. It’s a mystery to me!


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