Nocturne with a Line after Kees
I close my eyes and see nothing but rain.
And after, take pity
for what turns beyond sight: the wretched
flower, a hiss from the road. Last night the wind
stole sleep from my body,
leaving me alone, wordless, listening
for her next breath. An alchemist,
I transmute the memories of old wounds laid open.
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This first appeared in Ijagun Poetry Journal, in December 2013.
O at the Edges 
I transmute the memories of old wounds laid open.
Beautiful ending. Greetings!
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Thank you, Alex.
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Alchemist indeed – your poems transmute mere words into recognition of inner winds.
I savor this rare state: “alone, wordless, listening”
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Thanks, Jazz. It is a rare state, indeed.
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There is both beauty and sadness in these words, tangible. Lovely
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Thank you. Life is a constant mix of both.
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“I close my eyes and see nothing but rain…” another great line.
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A misremembered line from Weldon Kees… His ended “all I see is rain.” Oh, the difference between all and nothing!
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Yours is the better line, as far as I am concerned. The implication of selective blindness (nothing) versus selective sight (all) implies a certain amount or lack of choice. This gives your line more poetic power as a subject in the kingdom of nature’s whim. There is no running from sky water…
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My mistake provided a good opportunity to delve deeper into how intent can clash with deed.
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I really liked the idea of the wind stealing seep from your body! A very good description of what happens. Laying awake is not good for your marriage!!
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It’s very annoying!
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I can imagine!!
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Beautiful🌹
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Thank you!
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You are a fine writer Robert 🙂
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Thank you, Diana.
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Awesome
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Thank you.
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