I've been informed that aside from being Groundhog Day, today is the Second Annual Brigid-in-Cyberspace Silent Poetry Reading. In honor of the occasion, I'm ignoring the seventeen syllables I'd prepared on Bill Murray, rodents, Pennsylvania, and the weather, and posting a real poem.
This is one of my favorites.
New Face
by Alice Walker
I have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor its coming
with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
of the blood
with headless heed and
swirl,
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing
as water.
The source appears to be
some inexhaustible
spring
within our twin and triple
selves;
the new face I turn up
to you
no one else on earth
has ever
seen.
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