A Garbled Night
She’s writing a long letter
near a skinny window
paragraphs to a man
she no longer believes
Her hands shake, she wants
to be direct, but kind
Sipping sherry stains her lips
her robe a blue puddle
Earth’s heated spin hums her organs
slow visible fiddle play comes upstairs
~ Found poem composed/modified from words in Patricia Fargnoli’s poem “Easter Morning”
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a (Dear John)
from the atomic
to the universal
Besides being lovely, with lines like “earth’s heated spin hums her organs,” I like the fact that this tells a story–very intriguing.
Thank you!
WOW