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.
Lynne Burnett 
Congratulations, Lynne! I’m so happy for you!
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🙏and to think, it all started with you (didn’t you spread a good word or two about me/my poems?) Thank you, Bob!
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Your brilliant poem gets all the credit!
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Appreciate that and your generosity, Bob!
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😊
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Congratulations, Lynne! This poem is sublime!
“Tears gathered in the urgent arch of my heart…” Yes! Amen!
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Thank you so much, Stephanie! I’m especially pleased as it’s one of my older poems 😘
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congratulations! another wordpress poet takes flight!
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Appreciators like you make such a difference! Thank you, Crow!🙏💜
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Congratulations!
This poem evokes multiple sensory vibes for me … enough specifics to trigger a flow of imagination … I like that it ends in singing.
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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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Congratulations!
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Thank you, Ken! 🤞
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