Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Review of : Black Sabbatical (Poems) by Brett Eugene Ralph


You've gotta read these poems aloud to yourself if you really want to appreciate them. Well, that's probably true for most poetry, but the sound in these just struck me as particularly awesome. Because silently reading these in your brain voice, you can't hear the slant rhymes and the rhythm and the music of things.

Nod to Micah for the gift. I thank thee.







-Whippoorwill-

We must select
the silences we live by
and I won't let this be mine.
So resume your idiotic
song, and mitigate
this nothingness. Help me
find a voice among the feathers
and make of the night
a delicate thing.

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