Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire


This week’s poem is by Jay Franzel of Wayne, Maine. His most recent book is “Walking Track,” published by Moon Pie Press


Walking Blues

For Russell Libby

By Jay Franzel 


Life’s a long sleep

the Haiku masters wrote.

We dream till Death wakes us.


This world’s a coffin

say Sufi poets.

Till Death pries the lid, we’re locked in.


When I walk I won’t say

I wake, wear wings,

am wise, have words or even know the way.


Passing black November branches,

the light a dove-like gray,

bird-song in the swale, grief is held at bay.


Dennis Camire can be reached at [email protected]

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