The Left Column

Politics for Poets

The things not said

Overwhelming grief be healed. Madman's curse be broken.

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

~ OK Now.

July 24, 2011

The Susquahanna River, Pennsylvania from
last fall.

When Poems Lack
 Moss
 Moss on a stone
  In a circle of light
   broken through leaves.
 
  Mists
    Mists of the morning rising
   along the damp ledges
  at the gorge-side
   where her feet
    are dangling in.