Poetry Month #29: Mary Sherman

On the Wind; In the Air

Hummingbird called me awake this morning.
On the wind; in the air.
Intimate voices.
Self-inflicted wound/fatal.
Moving in all directions at the same time.
A storm between the temples.

“No martyr’s cause has ever been stilled by his assassin’s bullet.”

Tears, now.
We have the right to remain silent>
He said, “When you sit down to meditate, you sit down for everyone.”

Somatic illumination.

Quotation from Robert F. Kennedy

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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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