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Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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Aden Thomas

Elegy – A Poem by Aden Thomas

 Elegy

The wildflowers run their purple flags.
Fields are castaways.
The crescent moon is unattached again.
No stardust. No clouds.

You think you’ll keep the memories of lovers
inside your pocket for easy travels,
but apparitions run
like mice across the snow.

You hear a woman’s voice on the radio.
You reach. The airwaves have her gone
to another’s ear a universe away.
The voice never called your name.

Coyotes howl because the silence is impossible.
The sparrows know a coyote’s song
is a simple elegy to an empty sky
and the tonality of wings.

 

 

About the Poet:
Aden Thomas grew up in central Wyoming. His work has been featured in The Kentucky Review, The Inflectionist Review, and Absinthe Poetry Review. He lives north of Denver.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter,Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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Long Dark Moon – A Poem by Aden Thomas

Long Dark Moon

One day you feel the light from a sunken place.
You’d missed it all the times before
on your way across the surface.
If you linger you can think its depths into existence.
No one notices but the world.
You lie in bed that night and watch shadows
turn into the future you hoped was true.
When you close your eyes
sleep comes like wind through trees,
and soon, those shadows slip inside your breath.
You dream the long dark moon runs naked through the sky
like an animal in the costume of a dreamer.
She drops to earth in an empty field.
Dirt softens between her toes.
Frost is her night gown.
She looks back at a sky without her form.
She smiles, then moves in the direction of your window.

 

 

About the Poet:
Aden Thomas grew up in central Wyoming. His work has been featured in The Kentucky Review, The Inflectionist Review, and Absinthe Poetry Review. He lives north of Denver.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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