Susan's Poetry: Porous Patterns

23 December 2023

Porous Patterns

ALone
(I erase)
Alone
I count
Syllables
2, 3, 2, 2, 3
(5)
Rules slip and change
But I like porous patterns
Reassessing rules
Is so much like
Democracy
And requires
More than one
Alone.

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Rajani12/23/2023 5:33 AM
Porous patterns, so something will seep into it, like water, quietly, and alone will no longer be alone... love it!
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THE PEACE of WILD THINGS

by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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23 December 2023

Porous Patterns

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Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real–so is the hope.

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