Night’s Thinking Moves Through Shadow
anchoress sits
darkly through night
no help proffered
nor sought she wants
tranquility
clouds waft o’erhead
winking thoughts in-
ward raking through
bad memories
she spies stylus
resting in her
wrinkled white hand—
resignation
let them bring her
to task ask what
they will shift toward
celestial quests
at last a cloud-
break a summons
a washing and
eternal rest
© 2024 Carole Mertz
© photo by marie c lecrivain
Ashes
It was the crossword that requested
The stuff the Hibachi left behind
It was the stuff we saw on the windy
mountain top, trees blackened and sordid-
looking—nothing appearing as it should
be. Squalor there to match the downfall
of cities. It was the stuff you tried
not to think about after the cremation. What
to do with the remains. How to make
sense of it all. And this stuff that we are,
hopefully of more substance than dust. The
stuff we will become, soon enough.
© 2024 Carole Mertz
Carole Mertz, critic, poet, and essayist, enjoys working in her garden while contemplating the hardiness of weeds and the fragrance of beautiful flowers. She is the author of Toward a Peeping Sunrise (Prolific Press, 2019) and Color and Line (Kelsay Books, 2021), a collection of ekphrastic, and other poems. She is a multiple Pushcart Prize nominee.
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