Poem: Ars Poetica
Sometimes a reminder that we’re not alone is welcome like a friend’s embrace
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Ars Poetica
Glory
Rage
Beauty
Suffocation
The fearless Earth that spins along the ecliptic
The fragile shoots that struggle, mud-bound, toward the sun
The fury that fists to face, putrid words to unwilling ear
The sweet-cream first touch
The fever-ache last
not knowing that it was until after
I
poem to
tether you
Me he she they
Add you to yourself
Accrete you to the larger
Hum of
us
Why does this exist? (a stuffy artist statement)
Because the world is a strange and glorious and heartbreaking place, and sometimes a reminder that we’re not alone is welcome like a friend’s embrace.
And now, an Irish blessing because I like those:
May you always find three welcomes in life
In a garden during summer,
At a hearth during winter,
And in the hearts of friends throughout all your years.
I post The Sooth episodes on Wednesday mornings and other stuff on Friday mornings
I may also post at other times, but for sure on those days (I shoot for 6:00am PST delivery so we can sip coffee together and celebrate another week done but don’t always quite make that). See you then!
About Rachel
Working on a scifi book series about a girl who just wants to heal her father from his terminal illness but inadvertently sparks an intergalactic incident instead.
Also writing poetry, essays, short stories, and whatever other weird stuff leaks from my pen.
