Shownotes
Winter nights, burning cinder.
Sierra sylvie
As I lie here with eyes that ,
Glint while the cinder burns each memory softly.
As I lie here with those eyes that ,
Soar across every memory longing to be embraced.
As I lie here with a body ,
Longing to be worshipped
As I lie here with the body ,
Of rusted skin from the torrent of tears .
As I lie here with a soul ,
Suffering from the resentment of an eclipse
As I lie here with a soul , striving to cherish the thistle garden of heart.
As I lie here with an aching heart ,
Waiting for a lullaby , only to recite it myself.
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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only
Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice.
We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.
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