Whetstone: Poem by Miriam Sagan

the mountain
is a whetstone

it sharpens
the sickle of the moon

as war
sharpens hunger

and solitude—
compassion

in 144 hours
god created

earth, leviathan,
the days of the week

although
you and I

have been
parted

I know for sure
we’ll meet again.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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