microscopic muses

  A small child lives  in a huge mansion The same small house  that her parents live in         * with her *

  Where each moment is lost, and then    feelings furloughed  outside of your heart

  VIA MILKWEED EDITIONS Six Books That Explore Loss Through Poetic Means Juliet Patterson on Picking Up the Pieces with the Help of Literature By  Juliet Patterson September 27, 2022 When my father died by suicide in December 2009 and I felt adrift in grief, I found myself reading many books to better understand my experience. In the midst of reading, I also started writing. The work I did in this early period became  Sinkhole: A Legacy of Suicide , though it took me a few years to conceive of the book and many more years to complete it. Over the next ten years, I made a study of grief as both a reader and a writer. Grief is a messy and complicated process, one that is not easy to narrate. In my own writing I was often flummoxed by the task. As a reader, I was sometimes frustrated by the way some books made the arc of the story too smooth, too sentimental, too melodramatic, or too wordy. As a poet working in prose for the first time, I wanted to hold on to lyricism, ...

the quiet hands  that sew the seams to your dreams

You can know someone,   just as well as every scar embedded in your Soul;  but you will never  fully understand them

makes an important cloud walk on water to be seen by you

                                                          Autumn’s advance                                                        Summer’s sad serenade                                                               Beauty blooms 

 

Time lived now; never again   Inimitable  An unprecedented past

Autumn breathes on Summer’s sleeves Feathers fly from dormant dreams

The eye that knows, and shows Love *for you*

  A watery sky   A morning full of regrets A night forgotten 

  Misty morning Provokes Autumn warnings Be vigilant 

  Flightless flight    manoeuvres  Restricted growth  Human education 

  Subscribe The Guardian - Back to home The Guardian: news website of the year News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Ballad by William Soutar A tragic folk romance is told in fresh, vivid Scots that is both deeply traditional and awake to a much changed modern world Carol Rumens Mon 5 Sep 2022 05.00 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Ballad O! shairly ye hae seen my love Doun whaur the waters wind: He walks like ane wha fears nae man And yet his e’en are kind. O! shairly ye hae seen my love At the turnin o’ the tide; For then he gethers in the nets Doun be the waterside. O! lassie I hae seen your love At the turnin o’ the tide; And he was wi’ the fisher folk Doun be the waterside. The fisher folk were at their trade No far frae Walnut Grove; They gether’d in their dreepin nets And fund your ain true love. Born in 1898 in Perth, Scotland, the poet William Soutar served in the navy during the first worl...