Sunday, April 20, 2008


Posting a short one today, because I am still recovering from yesterday's Alabama Book Festival. (more on that tomorrow) This poem is not from WHAT CAME BEFORE, but a more recent one that originated in response to one of Liz Reed's painting of the Grand Tetons (and also just appeared in Birmingham Arts Journal).


blurred world
suddenly sharp

peaks rise
like prayer

boot after
clumsy boot

we climb

- Irene Latham

"A good book is the purest essence of a human soul."

- Thomas Carlyle

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem, Irene. Enjoy your father. I look forward to hearing about your time together.

    Hugs and love,


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