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"this is not a poem (exactly)" Tess Ezzy this is not a poem (exactly)but a leaf-fall of words unclaimed—(dear dirt) how softly youlisten
and when wind folds the gumtrees intoparentheses (yes)what survives isbreath—
a syntax of birds unsinging •
meanwhile:Calla walks thru rain’s lowercaseand writes a cloud into her pocket(a sentence of dew)
Orion maps stars in the dark of the page,his footnotes wet with ash •
don’t say hope,say rootdon’t say beauty,say scar
climate speaks in fracture—in murmur,in shiver,in wait •
the fire is (still) comingbutso ispoem
(and what’s the difference,really?)
and when wind folds the gumtrees intoparentheses (yes)what survives isbreath—
a syntax of birds unsinging •
meanwhile:Calla walks thru rain’s lowercaseand writes a cloud into her pocket(a sentence of dew)
Orion maps stars in the dark of the page,his footnotes wet with ash •
don’t say hope,say rootdon’t say beauty,say scar
climate speaks in fracture—in murmur,in shiver,in wait •
the fire is (still) comingbutso ispoem
(and what’s the difference,really?)
More from Tess Ezzy ↓
- @themoodyproject_ on Instagram
- Poetess Press on Substack
You can listen to me read Cross Roads by Tess @rembrandts.cure on Instagram.
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By Maggie Devers"this is not a poem (exactly)" Tess Ezzy this is not a poem (exactly)but a leaf-fall of words unclaimed—(dear dirt) how softly youlisten
and when wind folds the gumtrees intoparentheses (yes)what survives isbreath—
a syntax of birds unsinging •
meanwhile:Calla walks thru rain’s lowercaseand writes a cloud into her pocket(a sentence of dew)
Orion maps stars in the dark of the page,his footnotes wet with ash •
don’t say hope,say rootdon’t say beauty,say scar
climate speaks in fracture—in murmur,in shiver,in wait •
the fire is (still) comingbutso ispoem
(and what’s the difference,really?)
and when wind folds the gumtrees intoparentheses (yes)what survives isbreath—
a syntax of birds unsinging •
meanwhile:Calla walks thru rain’s lowercaseand writes a cloud into her pocket(a sentence of dew)
Orion maps stars in the dark of the page,his footnotes wet with ash •
don’t say hope,say rootdon’t say beauty,say scar
climate speaks in fracture—in murmur,in shiver,in wait •
the fire is (still) comingbutso ispoem
(and what’s the difference,really?)
More from Tess Ezzy ↓
- @themoodyproject_ on Instagram
- Poetess Press on Substack
You can listen to me read Cross Roads by Tess @rembrandts.cure on Instagram.
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️