Yearning
There is no known measure for the distance between. No earnest negotiation nor calculated navigation will see you there-- No puerile charm no palsied spell will release you. And how could you ever guess that the god you created, for just this occasion would retire, leaving behind an old book of ghost-written homilies, preserved on aged onionskin badly bound in the limp leather of cold comfort. Steve Deutsch Steve Deutsch, a semi-retired practitioner of the fluid mechanics of mechanical hearts and heart valves, lives with his wife Karen--a visual artist, in State College, PA. Steve writes poetry, short fiction and the blog: [email protected]. His most recent publications have been in Eclectica Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, The Drabble, New Verse News, Silver Birch Press, Misfit Magazine and One-sentence poems. As an adult, Steve had the good fortune to sit in on two poetry classes taught by first class poets and teachers. He has been writing poetry ever since.
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7/21/2017 10:04:41 am
Beautiful. It is hard to write meaningfully about an abstract feeling, and Steve did it well. "...the limp leather of cold comfort...". Just wonderful! Fabulous take off point with Karen Deutsch's photograph. Yes, the blossoms are yearning toward one another, aren't they.
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7/21/2017 11:12:25 am
Thank you. Writing about an image that grabs you is wonderful
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