From ‘Apple’ by Sarah Connor:
“There is a wholesomeness to apples:
the white flesh crisp, fine-grained,
the sweet, sharp scent. The skin.”
remember…
the soft flesh of her skin
fine-grained and oh so white;
breathe in sharply such crisp
wholesomeness: the sweet
appled scent of a woman
From ‘No mail – no post’ by Sarah Connor:
“No words.
No rhymes, no poeming tonight,
just this blank space,
this white page,
stretching endlessly”
poet’s legacy
will old blogs stretch
into blank white space?
No! corvid words live on
endlessly…in books,
rhymes of poems and
even tonight’s posts,
like letters mailed
lovingly to the future!
Linking to dVerse as a tribute to our fellow poet, Sarah Connor. Thanks to Kim for her interview/conversation with Sarah posted tonight! And may God be near you and your family, Sarah.
a poem in my pocket 
Jul 17, 2024 @ 05:02:11
I love the idea of poems as “letters to the future”. I’ve been making memory books for my family, something physical they can hold onto and go back to. Even photographs just sit in a cloud somewhere these days.
Jul 14, 2024 @ 12:09:00
Very nice reworkings of Sarah’s lines. . I especially like the thought of “corvid words” living on. I’m sure they will.