Luisa A. Igloria posted: " I smooth a space for rest, I pour a tonic for my head. Carnations droop as if in sympathy in the glass. My dreams are nothing but a blank. Or they are about wars in other nations. I smooth a space for rest, I pour myself into position for prayer. I cra" Via Negativa Villanelle of Rest Luisa A. Igloria Dec 26 I smooth a space for rest, I pour a tonic for my head. Carnations droop as if in sympathy in the glass. My dreams are nothing but a blank. Or they are about wars in other nations. I smooth a space for rest, I pour myself into position for prayer. I crave only water as libation. Flowers droop as if in sympathy in the glass. After the solstice, the dark lifts imperceptibly, by degrees. Birds return. I smooth a tentative space for rest, pour myself again into some work. I wake a little later in the day; at night sometimes I droop too quickly in the glass. Who knows when we will have any ease again? I smooth a space for rest. Flowers droop as if in sympathy in the glass. Comment Manage your email settings or unsubscribe.

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