Love arcs the Spring sky - a burst of warmth, and then she unfolds, a flower
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Love arcs the Spring sky - a burst of warmth, and then she unfolds, a flower
Sleet on glass in discordant time, a rhythm of falling
Trees rustling in whispering rhyme, a winter's calling
Spring, sprouts anew, a song singing of sunshine, in the morning dew
A yearning inside the night for something lost
A two a.m. calling; you're falling again out of deep sleep,
waking to a moment - dancing on the line of time between
what is and what was and what will never be, ever again
Found poem from within text of an introduction by editor of collection: Poems from the Edge of Extinction: An Anthology of Poetry in Endangered Languages
A simple idea: collect poems in endangered languages
Help document how poetry exists
The conversations and encounters with poets from all over the world
showcase the edge of extinction
The urgency invention and sheer range of poetry on every continent
for World Poetry Day
Green, among white snow, like ink drops on a canvas; new buds' arrival
Conserve energy - a flock flies in formation; each goose shouts: I'm here
Balanced on the edge of being both here and there, day replaces night
Broken words – angled as an avalanche – always there, barely spoken
Sometimes, through windows, the world paints a strange portrait of imperfection
for Algot