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Carol Frost: Now Soon
Father and mother time to rise up put away the dark
give back to him more than he can ever use give what is
not his to have what he never knew he knows and all he feels
father and mother somewhere he hasn’t forgotten you
rainlight builds fizzling changing and he no longer follows
when the present speaks tell him family lore who said leave no
tern unstoned dragged him from bed early tender dawn to fish
sexist racist but nothing worse in the scheme of things and
I am lost to him if not now soon it cannot go without
saying all are leaving dear mother father dear
with warm looks lullaby and lead us back to oncetime hills
treetops a bough broken and we are home fallen home.
Copyright 2022 Carol Frost
Carol Frost teaches poetry and directs Winter with the Writers at Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida. Frost is the author of numerous collections, including Alias City published by MadHat Press.
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Love this, Carol. Haven’t read you much since you were in Oneonta NY but glad to see you now at my sister’s alma mater in Winter Park!
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Beautiful and I too love the breathless, stopless pour of it but am sorry it may reflect a harsh reality.
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I think you’re right. The reality is harsh in the poem.
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Oh My. Has to finish reading in one sitting till the period punctuates the stop. Nice!
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Yes, I’m breathless by the last line.
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That’s the Projective Verse of Charles Olson
who introduced the line determined by breath
Not always punctuation, meter, or traditonal forms–
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Thanks, Jacqueline!
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Carol:
Very sweet! Makes me miss you as I read you. I hope to see you soon
-Sean
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