WORK IN PROGRESS
I moseyed out to
a spot on the breakwater.
A sunny April
unseasonable
day for a look at the Bay.
But all I saw was
bareness —a raw stump
where an old twisted pine had
framed the immense blue.
The shock wore off as
I wandered away thinking:
O Maunday Thursday!
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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Metaxyturn Diaries 
The poem takes the erader through an arc of expectation, bewilderment, reflection, and resolution which the final line helps her connect to a parallel arc in the Passion narrative and a parallel ritual celebration in the Church. Teh poem helps the reader resee the world of nature (or at least particular natural features of which she is part) and the religious acts and symbols in teh light of the natural world. The abandonment and desolation conveyed by the pine stump resonated particularly with me as I remembered the raw barrenness of New England coastline sitting here on a densely built up inland coastline in old England.
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