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"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug."   --Mark Twain

 

POETRY
Articles on Poetry
 
Linda Sue's Poems
Two November Poems
Dust of a Baptist
Once She's Lost It
A Raindrop in the Palm
The Terrible Fish
Gravel Bitterness
 
Classic Poetry:
for Students
Who Hate Poetry

"A Sacred Epic:  Paramahansa Yogananda's The Yoga of the Gita"

Linda Sue Grimes
 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 February Snow

"I felt so symbolic yesterday”  
 —Adam Duritz, "Mr. Jones"
 
Standing in the doorway,
sniffing the 20 degrees outside,
a late February snow
blowing down
covering the ground
in one of its last fiestas
before spring sets in,
I feel so literary—
like, man,
I've felt this stormy
snow and wind
many times
in the pages
of books.

 

 
A Book of Frost
 
 Each winter sprite has walked the air a slave
To circumstances she once deemed her joy.
New rime that lined the stillness of her cave
Fetched folded hands of time to hold her buoy.
If sudden gales mount rushing at her back
Forcing chills that numb her mind to stone,
She will tame and temper every track
And feel the fasting marrow of the bone.
With pains she strains aloof becoming strong
Yet slowly limns the glad road down to time
Where never any being can belong
Without a pardon for an unknown crime.
Now she is slogging unbowed through the storm
To fling the book of frost to light and form.

 

 

 


 

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