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A writing lesson - Adrienne J. Odasso
Apr. 5th, 2011 09:08 pmA Writing Lesson
Oh, this warmth. It's a bloom
in the chest more than in the hearth,
which lies still and dusted with frost.
How to explain, then, this warp and weft
of wanting that's not mine? Is it true
I'll fade if I can't stop? And you, lost
you who I'd hold in a heartbeat accountable,
why this fear of passionate belief? I'm left
wandering, aflame, out of your good grace
for less than the price of a song. Sable
and lace will not buy you sainthood. See here
how it's done. Now, my dear: start again.
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ajodasso. This poem can be found in her chapbook Devil's Road Down)
In case it's not evident, I am deliberately posting poems about writing and reading, acts of, at least for the first week of the month.
Oh, this warmth. It's a bloom
in the chest more than in the hearth,
which lies still and dusted with frost.
How to explain, then, this warp and weft
of wanting that's not mine? Is it true
I'll fade if I can't stop? And you, lost
you who I'd hold in a heartbeat accountable,
why this fear of passionate belief? I'm left
wandering, aflame, out of your good grace
for less than the price of a song. Sable
and lace will not buy you sainthood. See here
how it's done. Now, my dear: start again.
(Adrienne blogs as
ajodasso. This poem can be found in her chapbook Devil's Road Down)In case it's not evident, I am deliberately posting poems about writing and reading, acts of, at least for the first week of the month.