October 15, 2021 at 2:32 pm (Karmel Timmons, Scarriet Editors)
You shouldn’t. The Muse is never pleased
when your poems go on too long. The best
poems of yours are maybe 8 lines long.
Do you remember that cowboy song
we sang as we rode into the west?
We sang it for hours as the landscape lumbered by.
You wrote a brief poem before we fell asleep.
I still feel that poem in my eye.
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noochinator said,
October 17, 2021 at 4:51 pm
City Autumn
(from Fifteen Lyrics)
The air breathes frost. A thin wind beats
Old dust and papers down gray streets,
And blows brown leaves with curled‐up edges
At frightened sparrows on window ledges.
A snowflake falls like an errant feather:
A vagabond draws his cloak together,
And an old man totters past with a cane
Wondering if he’ll see Spring again.
—Joseph Moncure March
Musings from a Tangled Mind said,
March 30, 2022 at 6:00 pm
The artist of the realistic pencil drawing included in your post is Karmel Timmons.
https://karmeltimmons.com/
thomasbrady said,
March 31, 2022 at 3:38 pm
A poem often—very often—finds no picture which exists that can illustrate it.
Karmel Timmons has done something remarkable.
Many thanks!!
Musings from a Tangled Mind said,
April 2, 2022 at 4:23 am
She’s an amazing artist. The poems I’ve read here so far are equally amazing. Thank you for sharing!
thomasbrady said,
April 4, 2022 at 10:06 am
Thank you!
I never understood why some people, obsessed with letter over spirit, call sharing “stealing.” Steal my work, please. The best of it cannot be stolen, anyway. Some understand this, some don’t. The good will always be more than a name, and whatever is good about a name will be found, if that’s the plan, by what is good.