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Clyde Kessler


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Sometimes the moon is wheeled

from water on a leaf, and the leaf

falls with its light down the curb

where a mouse feels it like a fire

in the claw-nails. Sometimes stars

follow it down the mouse's spine.

 

Sometimes my grandmother

wheeled her paralyzed cousin Audra

across the long back porch, to catch

the moon rolling through clouds,

or to hear a doe and its fawn jostling

through the garden fence, to feed.

Audra would laugh. And the fawn

would caper sideways through the vines.

That was miracle enough, in moonlight.

 

© by Clyde Kessler.
Used with the author’s permission.

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Clyde Kessler's poems have appeared in a number of publications including Now and Then, Cortland Review, Silver Blade, and Sugar Mule. He lives in Radford, Virginia, in a house that is filled with paintings created by his wife, Kendall, in a studio built by his father and brother. A founding member of the Blue Ridge Discovery Center, an environmental education organization with programs in southwestern Virginia and western North Carolina, Clyde enjoys hiking and riding farm roads with his son, Alan.

 

 


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ckessler:
Everyone. Thank you for the very kind words and compliments. I am really honored that Jayne has shared this poem with you. And I am very encouraged by your kindness. Thought I'd let you know that I'm inspired by nature and by family, especially my wife Kendall, a very hard working professional impressionist and expressionist painter. And now your kind words are another encouragement to keep on keeping on.
Posted 01/30/2014 12:57 PM
Judith Heron:
poet as storyteller...'sometimes' the best!
Posted 01/30/2014 11:40 AM
wendy morton:
How you make magic here. Wonderful images that tumble, shining.
Posted 01/30/2014 10:53 AM
twinkscat:
wonderful imagery and message
Posted 01/30/2014 10:43 AM
Donna Pflueger:
Hauntingly beautiful. Your poem makes me want to be a better poet. Thank you.
Posted 01/30/2014 10:26 AM
plgoodman:
Thank you, Clyde. This is real substance and so much inspiration!
Posted 01/30/2014 09:36 AM
Sherry:
So lovely, Clyde.
Posted 01/30/2014 09:35 AM
Ralph Murre:
The poem, in itself, is miracle enough. Thank you for that.
Posted 01/30/2014 08:44 AM
KevinArnold:
I didn't need Jayne's biographic notes to know this poet was from the south. In a word, I'm jealous. The opening moon, leaf, and mouse, and the closing fawn are absolutely wonderful; they make me want to stretch my language into more imagistic modes. Thank you.
Posted 01/30/2014 08:18 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
Very nice!
Posted 01/30/2014 07:46 AM
Barry:
Beautiful!!
Posted 01/30/2014 07:41 AM
paradea:
This is beautiful.
Posted 01/30/2014 07:03 AM
mimi:
lovely lovely
Posted 01/30/2014 06:57 AM
paula:
Great first line. Great poem.
Posted 01/30/2014 06:42 AM
Larry Schug:
Fantastic poem. Life is light. Thanks for your environmental work, too, Clyde.
Posted 01/30/2014 06:37 AM
rksanders@charter.net:
What a wonderful, rolling sound to it all!
Posted 01/30/2014 06:05 AM
Ross Kightly:
'Miracle enough' indeed! Thank you Jayne and Clyde. A marvellous title too, that only begins properly to resonate after the poem has been read a couple of times. Thanks indeed.
Posted 01/30/2014 05:20 AM


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