Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis


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I spent the entire day with my dad who just wrote a book of poems…as some of you may or may not know…and so I thought today I’d share one of his poems in honor of….vacation at weird times in February allowing him to spend time with me day!! 

So anyway this poem is taken from A Grey Mask, By Mark Stalter (it’s actually how he titled the book! Pretty Neat) it’s a short one but it’s one of my favorites.


The blue sky wears
a grey mask as
crying clouds weep
tears of great relief.

A whole village broods
in and overcast way.
Nature and man
depicting goom.

Men who can’t cry,
need rainy days.
They mask their grief
behind the grey.


Written by arstal2

February 27, 2009 at 5:34 am

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