wordweeds

 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

2 Responses to “let late november”

1. Eduardo Rey Brummel says:

   January 2, 2021 at 4:01 am

   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?

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2. wordweed says:

   January 2, 2021 at 10:44 am

   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

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