The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/09/10

[BlueIris]

"News of: Codicils"

Too many things

one must know--so many--

a place on the breath for each? each passing?
(it's turning--breath's inmost
turning, my Love

for delight--)

*

And another

"massacre of the innocents."

And that there is a form
even for that.

*

Breath as

tidal--ardor...fervor...horror...as moon--

*

What comfort?

*

There was a moment

of blessing, calm.
Though it was a pause, a hiatus.

*

"...then what felt like a whirlwind

had risen up
in me, such that

little was spared."

*

News of

the unbearable, happening.

Breath saying Now, now.

--Carol Snow

[BlueIris]

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