Warmest welcomes, my dear digital friends!
Trying something quite stylistically different for me this week.
Those who read my poetry regularly may notice some similar themes and turns of phrase; but trust me when I say, this poem was challenging (albeit fun) to write.
And it starts so innocently… a new shirt arriving.
The sheer excitement… or perhaps even the deified adulation which ensues.
I always love to hear your thoughts and reactions to my work. So so many of you have been wonderfully generous and kind… and that is always deeply appreciated.
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-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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new shirt, all folds and pleats,
arrived on the stoop
interred in a brown bland cardboard coffin
its corpse tidy
so pristine, displayed in its clear plastic shroud
pierced by pins yet showing no stains of stigmata
set free to breathe
redolence of a rich Corinthian leather bantling
stilled by the silence of scent
by this moment
of caught breaths
the enormity of resurrection
the convenience of Amazon