I open a book.

One brittle flower falls,

Shudders into dust.

No flicker of flame

Could be as beautiful

and as burning

and as brief

As the memories

that perfumed powder

evokes.

- Joanne Witzkowski



More from Joanne Witzkowski ↓

• @a.wannie on Threads & Instagram

Mentioned in this episode:

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.

#WriteAfterOPO