Welcome to Rausland, a country where Lost Poems have their own page — and there are pages for Shout-outs, Poem Shares, and our online Mad Hot Tea-Party (not the political kind). Fun news is that a couple of other Folded Word poets and I got to read parts of our On a Narrow Windowsill anthology on NPR. Click here for NPR clip.
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“Grey Rose” (from 1987, aged __teen, found in a buried & yellowing notebook)
Cold grey cement is churned to liquidity
Thick
Poured into a mould
To set and become firm
Continuous and solid.
Time passes
Feet trample
Pressure builds
Bonds break
Forming cracks
Fissures in the stone
Separating parts of the whole
More cold, liquid grey is added
Patching–reuniting.
With time the cracks appear
Bigger than before
Anguish, sorrow, consternation, hate
Grasses grow filling space
Spreading as a bridge
To link broken parts
As a single rose
Rises from the green.
J2 that poem is far better than my rhyming pseudo lyric poems of high school