The evening wind rises – a poem by M.S. Rooney

The evening wind rises,

weaves through the strings
of the worn guitar
leaning against the open door
in this room far from home,
strokes the darkening walls
with remembered song.

Do you feel the curve,
the deepening center?

No bedrock,
but so many carved alcoves.


M.S. Rooney lives in Sonoma, California with poet Dan Noreen. Her work appears in journals, including Leaping Clear, Ekphrasis, Heron Tree, Naugatuck River Review and Soul-Lit, and anthologies, including American Society: What Poets See (FutureCycle Press), edited by David Chorlton and Robert S. King, and Ice Cream Poems (World Enough Writers), edited by Patricia Fargnoli. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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