How brave we are! Perhaps true resilience happens in that final moment of giving up hope. And a spark of something thought too lost, too buried, leaps out from the innermost of the innermost. Thank you for always finding and offering the words we need to find the courage we're desperate for!
This poem is beautifully written and very powerful, but it leaves me with a kind of emptiness, almost a sense of hopelessness. There is something inside me--maybe I've read too much Bukowski lately--that just shouts: "Forget the stars and the bones and all that holy voodoo. Get yourself a lamp, pour a stiff drink, and keep moving."
This is why I need poetry though I too often forget.
Beautiful and very moving.
I didn't know this dude.
I found his poem,
THE CURE..
I liked it.
Timely as I grieve two recent passing.
Thank you.
In Rememberance of
Gloria D Blanco and
Jon Talton.
How brave we are! Perhaps true resilience happens in that final moment of giving up hope. And a spark of something thought too lost, too buried, leaps out from the innermost of the innermost. Thank you for always finding and offering the words we need to find the courage we're desperate for!
Didn't know the name of this feeling until I read this.
Agreed.
To forge a star out of your living breath. That is beautiful.
You're Lazarus come from the dead
living among men with
your death still on you
Love this 🫶
This poem is beautifully written and very powerful, but it leaves me with a kind of emptiness, almost a sense of hopelessness. There is something inside me--maybe I've read too much Bukowski lately--that just shouts: "Forget the stars and the bones and all that holy voodoo. Get yourself a lamp, pour a stiff drink, and keep moving."
I know the feeling all too well.
'It's then you know
that the only chance you stand
is to forge a star
out of your living breath."
Thank you for sharing!
And the living breath is to invite others also out in the cold for coffee he left that out at the end
I found a used copy of Albert’s book and anxiously awaiting delivery.
Such a timely piece for this life upon this world today…
"knowing too much to ever have a friend,"
Can you ever be like others after you have experienced loneliness, do you just lie and blend in.
Great poem.
These words, these emotions are distilled from, 'dry bones and anguish.' Thank you
So good…thank you.