
Saving Words
This morning I seek
the incomparable Anne Sexton;
no poems but hers
will echo today,
will own the audacity
to present straight up
as rapturous patterns,
insanities to be adored.
She reads (on video) from home,
her own place of appalled, saves me,
a little bit at a time,
from ennui
and bland subsistence,
my craven petit mal,
the unfeasibility of progressing
within tawdry,
the dankness,
these overshadowing shadows.
Linda Stevenson is a poet/painter living in Melbourne Australia. Linda considers her poetry as part of her life; it has been a life-long habit, from childhood through to adolescence, adulthood and now into mature older age. In recent years her poems have been published in literature magazines in Australia, UK, USA and Canada. A chapbook “The Tipping Point” was also published in 2015.
love anne sexton…she had guts…..just like this poem….thanks
the black genius sat astride her
Thank you, Linda. I love the painting and the poem.
always loved anne…she had guts her comtempories lacked…and love….thanks
How you shine through them Linda.