WORK IN PROGRESS
I wake early. Cold
floors to the bathroom and back.
Once back in bed, I
am not yet thinking.
A mourning dove—soft, clear, else-
where. A song of sorts.
Sleep calls. The dove calls.
Things to do but not quite yet.
An unfinished verse,
a prayer: what makes
ble, what makes good good.
Author: Tom D'Evelyn
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 firstname.lastname@example.org. 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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One thought on “NEAR PROVIDENCE 22.10.22”
The poem comes together as the final phrases is simultaneously a statement and a question. The poet’s particular experience of his conteingency –awareness of waking, of the mourning dove’s sort-of-song, the cold floors–is rooted in and given to be by the source of being and the poem strikes this balance and takes the reader to this realisation which helps her re-see her own contingency.