Portland. Just wrote a poem based on my comment I'll share to notes and "tag"you. Whatever "tag" means. [Based on my comment on Sydney Lea's poem NOWHERE.]
Way down in Egyptland? Fine snow falling like hell in Maine, like cold ashes. Wind blowing like God's uncontrollable laughter, city plows roaring past the house every three minutes, back and forth, not plowing, snowplows shiny noses up in the air. I wish I knew their protocols. I'd internalize them. Good work, Sydney.
I've read so many of your poems, but I somehow feel as if I've read this one for the first time. What a great poem, and GHOST PAIN, what a good book!
Thanks, dear Fleda! I hope you are doing well after surgery! XO
Portland. Just wrote a poem based on my comment I'll share to notes and "tag"you. Whatever "tag" means. [Based on my comment on Sydney Lea's poem NOWHERE.]
BLIZZARD
Fine snow falling like hell in Maine,
as if cold ashes.
Wind blowing like God's laughter is
out of control at last.
A city plow roars past our house
every three minutes,
Going back and forth, not plowing,
its snowplow’s steel
Perdurable nose up in the air. How
I wish I knew
Its protocols. I’d internalize them,
lift my nose too.
We shall find ourselves by looking
for others and so
Prison guards and gatekeepers find
alone our barren cells.
KR, 2.23.2026
Way down in Egyptland? Fine snow falling like hell in Maine, like cold ashes. Wind blowing like God's uncontrollable laughter, city plows roaring past the house every three minutes, back and forth, not plowing, snowplows shiny noses up in the air. I wish I knew their protocols. I'd internalize them. Good work, Sydney.
Thanks. Where do you live in Maine?
Beautiful. Slips the screwdriver under the lid of the heart . . . Beautiful.
Thanks, Mark! Means a lot.
More snow here today in Canton. I will be going nowhere once again.
Love the poem, Sydney.