Classic poem of the day
Reed,
slashed and torn
but doubly rich—
such great heads as yours
drift upon temple-steps,
but you are shattered
in the wind.
Myrtle-bark
is flecked from you,
scales are dashed
from your stem,
sand cuts your petal,
furrows it with hard edge,
like flint
on a bright stone.
Yet though the whole wind
slash at your bark,
you are lifted up,
aye—though it hiss
to cover you......
Member poem of the day
In the frosted dark of Market Square,
hours before Supermac’s opens,
the camel-backed Magi spark to life.
Stealthy council workers drape streets
with pearls of light, flashing Santas, sleighs;
star of Bethlehem crowning a twelve foot tree.
Beneath the Chemist’s neon crucifix
a hooded commuter sways,
cradling a polystyrene cup.
Gazing at the electronic display,
he offers up a silent prayer
that ‘Delayed&...
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