Poetry Sample

Antlia



I.


The planets of our conscience,


carved and creviced with silver years,


revolving ’round the deed of our suns


with creaking restraint of the air pump;


moons of our descant want


enticing us from our beds,


to gaze upon the light of night.


Yet we tend toward resolution


of our wrongs. The silence of waiting,


the brokenness of wings that can no longer fly.


We wait for restoration, as the morn.



What breath peeled dewy morning from sunrise,


shadowing lilies of the ancient path,


neat gardens specked in red and white expanse,


skirts of dancers twirling on the smooth lawn,


flawless bright comment of the early sun,


the wind of heaven lent its full perfume,


when I heard the following of birds


descending from steeple mount, larks, sparrows,


seeking the reflection of the green’s eyes,


darting over all that is paradise—


resplendent as honor from the lost sons.



              Emily Isaacson



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Quote

What are prophets but the trumpets blown by God to stir the heart?


WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE

What wonders of love, breaking on the spiels of time. How it came to be that I was the architect of the human race, a strong and stately woman of virtue, was a story of its own. For when the deep rang out, I answered my doorbell.


Emily Isaacson

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