Nominated For A Pushcart Prize: One Sunday, Slow To Wake

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Let us grant that the pulsing rain wells
from a cavernous heart. Now the tulips

peering redly through my basement window
stoop slowly, nodding amid the blades of grass

as I curve to red yawns and the green stretch
of a lip, artfully shaping soundless appeals

to these guardian sentinels, this crimson grail
from which I drink and dream. Let us believe

there are upheavals in the dark: a bell ringing,
tears gathered in the urgent arch of my heart,

the congregation, at last, rising to sing.

I’m thrilled to share that this poem has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize by editor Robert L. Penick of the print journal “Ristau: A Journal Of Being” where it first appeared in January of 2019! Oh happy day! Here’s what the Pushcart Prize is about.

 

 

13 thoughts on “Nominated For A Pushcart Prize: One Sunday, Slow To Wake

    1. Thank you, Jazz! The details emerged from a dreamlike state and the last line came much later but when it did, I felt like singing, the poem was finally done lol.

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