Today's poem is by Julie Sheehan
Loose Leaf from a Destroyed Journal
To my knowledge, she never scrapped any of her poetic efforts.
In my dream's dream
I rake the flood, toiling in molten gold streams
of leaves, leaves by the ream.
I can't keep up with fall.
Red words drop, I sweat, they drop fireballs
onto bonfires tall, as tall
as Babel. Inklings, they're kindling, they're towers
building hour by hour
as bleeding trees see fit. If lit, what powers
could smother them? They'd usher in a new Dark Age:
December, brown and sage.
Pagesrusted poems, scrawled, sprawled foliage
dumped a fathom
deepthey burn, they burn. Losing, I fought them
hard in the autumn
of my dream.
Now silvery, like the script of a frozen stream,
they whiten, love. They scream.
Copyright © 2005 Julie Sheehan All rights reserved
from The Kenyon Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
Support Verse Daily
Sponsor Verse Daily!
Web Monthly Features
About Verse Daily
Submit to Verse Daily
Publications Noted & Received
Copyright © 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 Verse Daily
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 Verse Daily All Rights Reserved