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Iowa Writes ROGER PELIZZARI Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March, I woke to a moment so still, I heard the ice cracking on the frozen waters of the world. Rising from the valley between night and day, I opened my eyes and saw my watch sleeping on the table, stopped at midnight. It was a signal for the beginning of real time. Here and now the world is new. We see by the light of the sun that shines in the middle of the head, while invisible winds blow everything false away. Who will miss the shadows of our old lives? This is how we enter the future, through the door of the present. This is where we find the place we have longed for, where no one needs to ask, "Where am I? Which way should I go?" We are made of green earth and gold fire. The blue sea flows through us, and the sweet, silver air. The stars flash from the mind to the sky, and grow brighter as we look. Soon, we will not even remember the time when we were asleep, dreaming that this would happen. |
About Iowa Writes Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette. In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network. Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature. Find out more about submitting by contacting iowa-writes@uiowa.edu ROGER PELIZZARI Roger Pelizzari is an award-winning poet, published in Collecting Moon Coins, The Iowa Source, Lyrical Iowa, Unfolding Origami, Rasa, and Fine Print. He's taught Transcendental Meditation, creative writing and freshman English and is now working full time to create world peace as a member of Maharishi's Purusha group. This poem originally appeared in This Enduring Gift, an anthology of works by poets from Fairfield, Iowa. |
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