DONE WITH THIS BLOG

Hey guys. It's been a long, trippy, trip that this poem can't even begin to express. I don't know how much I've grown as a poet, but it has certainly been edifying to sit down and at least try to write for this academic year. And now I have over 200 poems. Which - really, I think that's at least 200 more than I would have written on my own.


I have one request: if you've read even one of the poems, and are reading this can you write a reaction of some kind here? How I've grown, how the poems have changed, your experience while reading them, etc? There have been almost no comments this entire blogging journey, but if you want to, I would really deeply appreciate your reactions.

Thanks!
Talia




The last poem falls into place
in the book, like a raspy seed-case
in the silt-drifts snug to the street.
The road where we meet

is flush with darkness. The amiable stars
turn their faces from us,
but where we go, we are well-met.