(or, Found Poem, with Edits)
The bone-pot simmers, the lemon blossom fades.
The last leaf falls.
Regardez, beside the line of roses
braving the November air,
just beyond the sage-green shutters to where
a would-be novelist blackens white pages in her chill room.
See you all when Winter’s come.
*Poet Olga Broumas originated the idea of poetry as “lumens,” the unit of light that comes from a candle or lightbulb. Little poems = little rays of light.
Advice for Aspiring Writers: See more light. Read more poets.