Magic
The stars in your chest --
the sounds of their glow
their flash blink wings
their touch top skies.
These leaps towards light --
these grateful urging holy stars
in your chest and now in your throat.
Their voices of beams
even into your heart and beyond.
Their blaze --
each star that starts in your chest
and spins out from there.
Spins you as nothing else can
as magic comes true
with your chances so inside and out.
With each and every star
so over the moon.
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Mud Ajar
In its very speak of twigs, with all of its flies over pies, and for its every rake on a shoulder... here's a rucksack of poem adventures!
What Hiram Larew offers in this fifth collection is a grateful glisten of poems. Many were written as outdoor rambles during the 2020-21 pandemic. Others look back over a shoulder at what seems long ago. And some are simply puddles of ponder. But above and beyond all of that, with eyes that love sound and hearts that gleam, Larew's Mud Ajar is an opening that's not meant to end.
When I speak twig
above me
the sounds are unimaginable
Each swollen bud laces its shoes
and those earwigs their pinches
squeak out to my growing
gold days
They grab my damp heart in-waiting…
— from In-Waiting