Mark, in Barton Library
A Cure
what we once called love
flames with soul searing heat
that fades in frosty silence to an icy shoulder
the dichotomy of fire and ice
drives us to seek our special one
but should we hang on, dangling by our heartstrings
when the solid middle is what brings us peace
and we throw another log on the fire
on a cold winter’s night
Mark is sitting on the left in a different kind of session for work he does. This photo is from VT Digger, in an article about Covid in Orleans County. Mark has worked continually with testing and vaccination sites throughout the pandemic.
Mark's poem, A Cure, was written in our last in-person meeting, October 27, 2021, in the Barton Public Library, where we meet alternatively with a virtual meeting every other week. The prompt was from The Pocket Pema Chodron, reading number 61, There is no cure for hot and cold. We had about 10 minutes to write.
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