Tag Archives: Stars

LET ME WRITE, LET ME RIGHT

Posted on August 13, 2023 by elainedanforth

Let me writelet me rightwhat needs settingback aright–at least the subset of all that,which will agreeto bend thus to my will– unlikethe already earthward saggingweeping willowor the night flight or relentless calling,of a whippoorwill. Let me writea little pieceto bring … Continue reading →

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THE CHANCE OF SHOOTING STARS

Posted on August 11, 2021 by elainedanforth

Tomorrow is the night of shooting starsa night I read of in a red cookbooksome score and quarter years ago,that told of how to celebratethe permutations of the seasons of the years. While there are people that I knowwho’ve given … Continue reading →

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THE SANDS OF TIME FLOW INTO WINTER

Posted on November 9, 2018 by elainedanforth

The hour glass allows the sands to run– it doesn’t ask what you might want. . . Right through the eight-shaped bulbs grains flow straight down, and curve into a rounded heap, be it in fog light flat or intermittent … Continue reading →

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JUNE FIREWORKS SOUND

Posted on June 17, 2018 by elainedanforth

Fireworks sound warm fog air veils the stars. . . Modest the length of the near-solstice night, when measured in hours. . . Then, like Ben Franklin, the June sun is early to rise at its dawn, and then arcs … Continue reading →

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I AM A PEEP

Posted on May 30, 2018 by elainedanforth

I am a peep. I am a pipe. I am a megaphone. I make a sound that to distant lands resounds. I make a sight that starts small and faint but grows to tall and very bright. My presence shall … Continue reading →

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WINTER SLEEP CALLS

Posted on January 13, 2018 by elainedanforth

Sleep calls. Habits, shapes of rabbits, by wry coincidence, seen in the ceIling cracks or walls. . . Shadows beckon of next spring, while we are still here wintering, in hopes our next snowflake to glance, to lick, our next … Continue reading →

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OF EARTH AND SKY

Posted on January 26, 2017 by elainedanforth

Groan. Sigh. I’m flesh and bone, part of earth, but of stars first– expansive as the black night sky.

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THE TURN OF THE DAY AND THE NIGHT

Posted on September 13, 2016 by elainedanforth

Cheat, cheat break! Not one sec should I really take. . . I want to sing a song. . . is that okay? All in good time and place, so that when I do gaze right into my glass, I … Continue reading →

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FLOW GO

Posted on September 7, 2016 by elainedanforth

Flow go. . . go away. . . or, don’t go. One way or the other, what will transpire, we just don’t know. . . We are born of blood and guts and love and lust and earth and sky … Continue reading →

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STILL. DARK. NIGHT.

Posted on June 7, 2016 by elainedanforth

Night. Still. Dark. slip from light. . . let go the will. . . set sights on twinkles of the stars, and feel and see the Universe, Whose loves we are and Who is us and ours.

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