The thing speaks for itself--my foggy memory of the Latin equivalent is "Ipse rae loquitor," but just go with the English to avoid embarrassment. This poem was published by Ygdrasil in August, 2007, copyright to J. Donald Coonrod.
Numb, then thawing icicles
melt drop by drop,pure aqua,
chastened by Spring flowing
into the ground.
Sun follows it,and if I could rise
in that lovely air,float in its joy
somewhere among the stars,I’d be
the first to volunteer--to thaw slowly,
dripping drop by drop,
over a desperate dry earth.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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