What kind of name is Seth
or Adam or Rachel? I can't tell you
who but I can tell you when.
Trust this: we are called
precisely what we answer to.
Look at the blackening field
acknowledging winter winds as if
it understands the emptiness
or the heart, nameless
and beautiful suffering
its unheard pain because
it wants to.
1 comment:
Hi Rachel. A great blog. I wasn't sure where to look. The moths are gorgeous, but surely not as gorgeous as the dogs, and the birthline deathline pastels beautiful. The first poem fooled me. I didn't see that second stanza coming and it sent an unexpected little frisson running through me.
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