by Hiram Larew

Easy sigh me
Kiss the very blears of my corners
Calm my rustlings
Hush my eyes
Dawn my furrowed nocturnings

Easy sigh me
Whisper near the crest of my shadows
Pause my rumbles
Lull my whys
Wake my moon-tangled slopings

Easy sigh me
Trace me with whatever dreams are lips and
Once away my manys
Curtain back these eyes of hush
then with that
Early dusk my nearlys


Larew‘s poems have recently found homes in Voices of Israel, Words for the Wild, Contemporary American Voices, The Wild Word and elsewhere. His fourth collection, Undone, was issued in December 2018 from FootHills Publishing. Nominated for four Pushcarts, he’s is a global hunger specialist, and lives in Upper Marlboro, MD. On Facebook at Hiram Larew, Poet, at Poetry X Hunger and at The Poetry Poster Project.