Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

^{—after Akhmadulina}

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Some things you don’t come back from.
The body carries on. Of late
it even travels, basks in light.
But knock and there’s no one home.

(How did I love you? With the taste
of iron on my tongue. Try again.
How did I love you? Like a man
destroying what he tries to save.)

The head still does light labor.
But often both the hands fall slack,
and all five senses, in a flock,
go south to weather winter.

Geoffrey Brock

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. “across the surface of my studied speech”	Remica Bingham-Risher	02/17/2023
St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said	Lynne Thompson	02/16/2023
An Act of Love	Tommye Blount	02/15/2023
Wetland	francine j. harris	02/14/2023
Love Poem Attempt 3/?	Taylor Byas	02/13/2023
Challenge	Sterling A. Brown	02/12/2023
The Venus of Milo	Henrietta Cordelia Ray	02/11/2023
When I See the Stars in the Night Sky	Joy Priest	02/10/2023
Aubade: Nocturne	Willie Lee Kinard III	02/09/2023
Love Poem in the Black Field	Ariana Benson	02/08/2023

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02/17/2023