#9 Pacific Tome
What Soggy tome is this
rising up from the cold Pacific?
It was black ash on burnt edges
that gave it all away, a shock of pain. Or
two or three. Showed too
which lines to follow back
up toward light, toward center, to a breathing space
the holding place, tugged by hand weighty and
waterlogged, onto land and into heart
mine…
Excerpt from Pacific Tome
© 2018-4-26 Tara Linda. v.4
Inspired by a Junk Journal video by artist Orly Avineri.
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It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
Excerpt from Asphodel. William Carlos Williams
#10 On the Day you Die
The sky
is partly cloudy, split in
half by bright billowy clouds
dark ones too. Rain? we ask each other
feeling illumination balance
stillness with
breath.
#11 On the Morning You Die
A Spring wind
blows out of the North at 17 mph, April’s
Flower Moon is high and full. Skies are still and
ink clear, will our memories travel well?
Only when the winds
pick up.
© 2018 4/29 Tara Linda. V1
