Read Write Poem is no more, after today.
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Pilgrimage
The world moves,
smooth
in its sphere,
gliding in glass,
the mountain tops
just beneath
crystalline heaven.
I climb
and pound upon
the echoing vault.
Your star
glitters
beyond reach.
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Poetry, poetry, poetry! Did I say poetry? (by Matt Quinn)
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This is lovely!
Tiptoes! Stretch!
Sublime.
A real poem. Thanyou.
A truly glorious poem!
Go out with a bang! Really good, Matt.
Beautiful!
Truly a beauty!
PS. You might want to revisit mine…I just HAD to make some changes to get rid of the furry stuff. : ))
It’s all deliberate you know…to drive you insane. Tell the star to stuff it … you are not interested …it will then fall into your lap.
Aw. Very bittersweet… simple and stunning.
They all are, you know.
but reaching is still good for us
see you around?
Yes. I will probably be involved in We Write Poems as well as in the Big Tent Poetry, and what Rallentanda is starting.
Matt:
These are lovely words for striving, aspiring. Lovely words for moving forward.
It’s been a pleasure. I’ll see you in the new communities.
Shari
m what a rich view
and rare voyage
best wishes
And we’re left to throw words up to those stars. Wonderful!