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Sabbatical & An Honor

Hi Y’all!

Yes, I’ve been absent from Jilly’s for a few weeks and I want to express my appreciation to all who have been in touch.  January turned out to be a month of bugs – both viruses and editing bugs struck.  I took some time off to drink lots of hot tea and really dig into some writing and editing projects that have been calling my name.  It has been a very fruitful time.

I would like to mention two things:

Firstly, the February Edition of Casting Bricks did not happen during the course of my off time.  I may make some changes to our collaborative poetry challenge, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know!

I would also like to let you all know that my poem, Fervency, which posted here in November, was selected as the Second Place Winner of the January Contest over at Vita Brevis!

I mentioned above that I have spent some time in the editing process recently.  Fervency was poem that went through a good deal of editing, with the help of a couple of good friends in the WP community.  It is a pleasure to work with fellow poets in the writing process.  Thank you!

Jilly 🙂

Posted in Poetry

Sycamore

Ars longa, Vita Brevis!

Art is long, life is short!

Vita Brevis, The New Poetry Magazine has published Sycamore, a previously unpublished poem of mine!  Look for it in today’s edition of this successful new Literary Magazine and while you are there, browse around at the gallery of classic artwork and the new poetry of some very gifted writers. For the first time on my blog, here is

Sycamore

We come to the place
we call Silent
to forget the sound
of cars on the highway
setting up our camp chairs
with an eye toward
the water
where a heron fishes
squirrels tatter over territory

The wide hand of a sycamore leaf
drops from the tree
lands at my feet.
Its scent lingers
summer’s green spills
on my hands
as I peel the flesh
along the veins, pouring
its dust onto the breeze.
Only the thin bone
of a stem remains.

A new breeze gallops
before the cold front, rustles through
Silent —
a frantic four or five fallen
leaves mount the wind,
crossing the grass.
They gather at my feet
expecting.

© Jill Lyman (Jilly’s)

Published by Vita Brevis, The New Poetry Magazine, January 18, 2018