Emily Dickinson's Slant

A poem

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Emily Dickinson’s Slant

Photo by Ricardo Resende

A mountain piercing the sky.
The pitch of the roof over my head.
My pen as I write on this page.
A candle wick as it burns and disappears.
How I hold the carafe as I pour your coffee.
Every branch on every tree in every forest.
The way the rain plummets to the earth.
These diagonal buffalo check chairs.   
Even this one hundred twenty year floor.

Early spring tulips reaching for the sun.
Sun rays that break apart an evening cloud layer.
My dog’s head when I scratch his cheek.
The bed that holds the river you swim in summer.

Feeling time flow as you age.

Slant is how beauty can slide,
how experience can shift the stone under my feet,
how my love can tumble to the deep,
a gradual delight with no lightening,
only Truth to brighten and surprise.

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Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue happens here, and within a week I will be following up with a Reflection post on how this poem emerged into being.

Brian

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