tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post3836756612640991859..comments2024-03-28T15:09:21.698-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - TritinaTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-23723088140384600892011-08-11T16:42:11.747-04:002011-08-11T16:42:11.747-04:00Stars, Skies, Bowl
By Steven Withrow
I ate the st...<b>Stars, Skies, Bowl<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />I ate the stars<br />and now the sky’s<br />an empty bowl.<br /><br />I broke the bowl<br />and now the stars <br />I ate are skies<br /><br />themselves. A sky’s<br />a broken bowl<br />of swallowed stars.<br /><br />My stars are hollowed skies, a fallow bowl.<br /><br /><br /><i>©2011 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved</i>Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-64898961792487991312011-08-10T12:09:35.800-04:002011-08-10T12:09:35.800-04:00Ocean
I used to live very close to the ocean.
It ...Ocean<br /><br />I used to live very close to the ocean.<br />It was only a ten-minute drive to the beach.<br />Sometimes, at work, I thought of breakers and sand.<br /><br />Now my plane arcs over the sand<br />to cut out a semi-circle of ocean,<br />before heading east, away from the beach.<br /><br />We fly far, leaving the breathing beach.<br />We dive over mountains, landing in desert sand.<KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.com