barely warm coals die
in thick ash, let them
sun warms my death pose
on the couch, grinning
lush green geranium
settles into light, low
lifts one bloom
to a large smeared window
2020
barely warm coals die
in thick ash, let them
sun warms my death pose
on the couch, grinning
lush green geranium
settles into light, low
lifts one bloom
to a large smeared window
2020
Of course, this brings Kenyon’s, Let Evening Come, to mind.
https://poets.org/poem/let-evening-come
“sun warms my death pose/on the couch, grinning” Another Bönpo-em?
Thanks for passing on the Kenyon. I read several more of her poems at poets.org, and am grateful for her clear eye this morning, and for you.
And, yes, you are right, this belongs in the Bönpo-em family! I’ll add the tag…
much love to you, E