Things I Didn’t Say
Something about holding a geode in your hand and trying gently to crack it open.
Something about the road to Berea.
Something about the way the misty mountain rain only gets one side of the old dead standing oak wet while simultaneously drenching completely the short lime green new cones of the virginia pines.
I did say
something about wild
fire
flowers exploding
blooms
in a woodpile. Some
written
thing about chopping
hard
wood and carrying
living.
water to the trees.
Said,
Something real about life,
something real about
the softness of stone.
There’s
something about 30 days in Lexington
something about poetry.
something about a month.
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Coleman, my email is m.grimaldi@me.com – I would love to stay in closer touch in the coming year. Thank you for pulling out all the stops, it’s wonderful work!
Thanks Manny.
Yeah I’m surprised how good everybody is.
An amazing experience.
I’m jealous, Manny! 🙂 🙂 🙂
nice list.
the form here is like
hourglass sand or
water down a drain.
the subtle sense
of time ticking away..
Coleman, this is so good. There’s something in the nature of writing 30 in 3o that gets to the bottom of the well of our creativity
You have poured your poetry well this month!
Delightful. You have really carpe’d the damn diem this month. I’m proud to know you.
Your title reminded me of an old song by the same title https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktkQsnR4syI
I love the way your poetry teaches about nature and seeing and color saying things like–“the short lime green new cones of the virginia pines”
Thank you.