9/20/2016 1 Comment Two Poems by Carol JewellWhen I. When every remark was met with uncaring silence or flailed profanity When every gesture encountered encumbered indifference When almosts became anathema that’s when she stopped talking altogether II The body grew up the child remains; the coral died the coral-gift remains Some calycles are one of thousands of polyps which connect: one reef The calycle inside the little girl inside strengthened when truths were revealed painful or surprising growth into what’s next snow in spring Mock orange trees, I think that’s what they are, Are mocking me, with their white blossoms Blossoming all over Albany sidewalks Making branches laden with snow: Snow-white blossoms. The snow we didn’t get this winter Is a nice surprise this spring, Not that it doesn’t happen every year. But under this new mantle of white Are verdant leaves, not barren branches. Bio: Carol is a poet, teacher, musician, librarian, wife, mother, and grandmother living in Upstate New York. She is insatiably curious, which is why she reads everything: newspapers, novels, poems, poems, poems, the backs of cereal boxes, painting instructions from “Home Depot,” and, of course, Facebook. She expects to receive her MFA in Creative Writing from The College of Saint Rose in December 2016.
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Arvilla cline
9/20/2016 04:57:35 pm
And she's cute!
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