For Bonnie Petroschuk

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A different kind of reader hovers here

And there.  Her realm of readers does not need

To understand the mystic meanings’ sphere

Of lines.  She does not try to coax and plead

Those hidden doctrines from the feral lair

In villanelles or sonnets.  She just waits

For their awakenings, like a hungry bear

From hibernation.  She expects some weights

In poetry and wants the bittersweet

Of paradox and ambiguity

On tongue that licks the page.  A line too neat

And plain she spits;  no clear vacuity!

..She listens for the secret springtime tones,

    Subconscious moaning there inside her bones.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Sep 14, 2024 | BO, PE | 0 comments