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a poem for the Writer's Cramp---prompt--lost in the sunrise |
| Apogalacteum Lost in the sunrise I never noticed how morning dew tastes like wet stones or how pistachios open with playful puffs of air. I never recalled the peppery stubble of my husband's beard the thin papery dryness of his hands how his pulse throbbed above his clavicle. I didn't mark the flash of sunlight on water the elderberries blue-black ripening in the bushes the dead heron's carcass in the abandoned rowboat. There is no sunrise at the apogalacteum only darkness and cosmic silence and more time than you need to notice everything. 25 lines Written for:
Author's Note: The day's prompt was "Lost in the sunrise, I never noticed....". Today's newspaper carried a story about the National Spelling Bee. Last year's loser fumbled on the word "apogalacteum"....the point at which a celestial body is farthest away from the Milky Way. It was too delicious a word not to use in a poem. I also used imagery from the Death card of Joanna Powell Colbert's GaianTarot. ** Image ID #1679477 Unavailable ** |