{"id":2734,"date":"2015-01-23T05:49:45","date_gmt":"2015-01-23T05:49:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2734"},"modified":"2015-01-23T05:49:45","modified_gmt":"2015-01-23T05:49:45","slug":"last-day-george-moore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/last-day-george-moore\/","title":{"rendered":"The Last Day by George Moore"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Last Day<\/h1>\n

by George Moore<\/p>\n

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With a breath like the Lois flower\u2019s
\nsweet corpse that draws the beetles
\nto the yellowish grave of its stigma<\/p>\n

the flesh and bone canyon
\nwhere trees of days show no wind
\nand nothing worldly moves<\/p>\n

the Rattlers and Gilas all invisible
\nthe light a splash of washed out red
\nin desert\u2019s mouth, galaxy\u2019s center<\/p>\n

her earlier life afloat like cirrose pedals
\non lake water\u2019s sheen, or
\na painting of wine in a glass<\/p>\n

my mother sails the final day
\nas relatives gather, come in
\nby invitation or sucked in by<\/p>\n

the vacuum of regret
\nto witness what cannot be witnessed
\nsing the songs they have forgot<\/p>\n

drawn like beetles to the speechless
\ngynoecium, the invisible breath
\nits poisonous blossom<\/p>\n

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George Moore has a new collection, Children’s Drawings of the Universe<\/em>, coming out with Salmon Poetry (Ireland) in February, and my last is The Hermits of Dingle<\/em> (FutureCycle Press, 2013). Publications include The Atlantic Monthly, Poetry, North American Review, Colorado Review, Antigonish, Blast, and Orion<\/em>. After teaching literature and writing with the University of Colorado for many years, he is presently living with his wife, a Canadian poet, on the south shore of Nova Scotia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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