To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Thursday, January 02, 2014
A Paperweight Pennysworth Of Pink Quartz Hearts, Please
"here is the paperweight of pink quartz hearts.
that can't be broken;
a gift for a seamless dream, occasionally,
don't you think? a misplaced birthday,
a tin woodman on his way;
the bracken valentine burnished
like the burning bush"-
(the salesperson shimmered in the high-end retail
scheme of things.)
"near the castle lies the fairytale bridge
and mother of pearl, the moat filled to the brim
you can't ask for much more, these days, for the price."
the pink quartz stars shine in the afternoons
of carnation tissue sunsets in the winter cold
and the peach bright something
out of reach is still, in the mind,
a lovely thing
not needing to be owned.
mary angela douglas 2 january 2014;rev. 2 january 2015