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This week we have some wonderful poems by Sarah Daly. Don’t let their size fool you. They may be short, but these poems are full of emotion. Enjoy!
At Day’s End
Leaf after leaf drops
on the autumn path.
They piece a rich quilt
of crimsons and golds and
corals which cover the dirt;
my feet crush them,
obliterate them,
grind them into the soft earth.
But the landscape
does nothing to penetrate
November’s loneliness.
Stars
Incandescent circles
weave through
the night sky,
their shadows
traversing our tangled limbs
and signifying joy, joy,
joy.
In the Now
Don’t say it, whatever you think, don’t say the words, we are trapped in this reality TV lifestyle (go along go along) don’t open your mouth, there is no more room for opinions or grand speeches here. Not enough. Done. Too much money, not enough money, two cars, one car, organic eggs to ramen, slide down, down…Work, work, work, compose emails, create graphs, read papers, scrub counters, anything, anything, anything to forget.
Sarah Daly is an American writer whose fiction, poetry, and drama have appeared in thirty literary journals including Stick Figure Poetry, In Parentheses, confetti, and Discretionary Love, and Freshwater Literary Journal.
