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miracles of the BloG: A series Paperback – December 3, 2012
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Carolyn Srygley-Moore was born in York, Pennsylvania. She graduated, with awards, from the Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. Carolyn has been published by numerous reviews and anthologies. Most recently here work has appeared in Bone Orchard Poetry, Up the Staircase and Thus Spoke the Earth, a Haitian anthology. Carolyn is also a poet activist with Real Stories Gallery Foundation, www.real.stories.gallery.com. She has been nominated for the Pushcart and Best of the Web. Carolyn lives in Upstate New York with her husband and daughter.
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Case in point, the simplistic complexity of Carolyn’s poetic thoughts as illustrated on page 71 of her book, miracles of the BloG: A series.
Miracles of trembling
There is a whoosh when the umbilical is cut
An anti-noise whoosh as of a ghost loosed.
So I have been informed
by men in surgical masks with surgeon’s hands
hands that are not allowed to tremble.
I blame neither moon or sun but
dew on the grass in wind trembling.
What do we do but follow
nature’s intuitions? Whoosh another cord
is cut. Another ghost of the past released.
In the fog that swallows the grasses
there is truth. There is truth.
I choose not to watch the news today.
I will ride the tortoise back into the sun
squinting against the dark my hands, trembling.
Utterly genius ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
that may be the voice..
but not the works' specific reality.
rimbaud said I is the other. the pronoun is composite. it is suggestive of depth, manifold facets.