maurawelchpoems.blogspot.com
Poems: October 2005
http://maurawelchpoems.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html
Friday, October 07, 2005. When you held the air along my chin. And traced fallen shadows. Blending on my cheek. To yellow, to orange. The delicate, the violent. Are imprinted in us. As color and light. From a steady star. Interprets objects, experience. Imbues limbs jutting from earth. Trees burning at noon. Hands held over heads. Mangoes spilled and broken. Through the lens, in the frame. Burning image into proof. Posted by Molly at 7:58 AM. Links to this post. Wednesday, October 05, 2005.
maurawelchpoems.blogspot.com
Poems: That Light
http://maurawelchpoems.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-light.html
Friday, October 07, 2005. When you held the air along my chin. And traced fallen shadows. Blending on my cheek. To yellow, to orange. The delicate, the violent. Are imprinted in us. As color and light. From a steady star. Interprets objects, experience. Imbues limbs jutting from earth. Trees burning at noon. Hands held over heads. Mangoes spilled and broken. Through the lens, in the frame. Burning image into proof. Posted by Molly at 7:58 AM. Links to this post:. Why I write of the dead all the time.