{"id":2283,"date":"2013-10-30T15:40:28","date_gmt":"2013-10-30T15:40:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2283"},"modified":"2013-10-30T15:40:28","modified_gmt":"2013-10-30T15:40:28","slug":"john-grey-october-2013","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/john-grey-october-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"John Grey, October 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Words On Paper<\/strong><\/p>\n

The words are
\nsilence freed.
\nThey’re what I’d say
\nif lips could get things down
\nas permanent as hands do.
\nSure, they’re little breaths
\nin the vastness of the air
\nbut no one owns that air.
\nThe words can lift
\nyour head from a hospital pillow or
\nexpose the heart’s transparencies.
\nThey can make a town feel
\nlike a property of myself,
\nhand pen to forest
\nand order it to write.
\nSometimes, I stare at words,
\nthinking they’ll take shape
\nover meaning like some people do.
\nBut the words won’t begin
\nwithout me.<\/p>\n

Spring Morning In Providence<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sparrows’ hearts exchange glances
\nwith web bead broach,
\npuddle drinking roots,
\nnorthern wind sky.<\/p>\n

Sun-gold infiltrates
\nthe moon’s cracked brow.
\nShadow, butterfly,
\npalpate on stones.<\/p>\n

Warm and wet,
\ntrees are full of themselves.
\nEven wooden fences feel the growing.<\/p>\n

Everywhere, grass,
\nspring’s green pilot light
\nwhere worms wriggle ungrateful
\nin the robin’s next song.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in International Poetry Review, Sanskrit and the science fiction anthology, \u201cThe Kennedy Curse\u201d<\/em> with work upcoming in Clackamas Literary Review, Paterson Review and Nerve Cowboy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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