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The Sense of Feel<\/strong><\/p>\n Some feel the deep oceans. Some feel the Feel or sense: a type of discernment, unconscious Some feel the footsteps always walking\u2014to Even the leaves, the rocks, snow skimming Whether felt or sensed, the dark between <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ralph Monday<\/strong> is Professor of English at Roane State Community College in Harriman, TN., and has published hundreds of poems in over 100 journals. A chapbook, All American Girl and Other Poems<\/em>, was published in July 2014. A book Empty Houses and American Renditions<\/em> was published May 2015 by Aldrich Press. A Kindle chapbook Narcissus the Sorcerer<\/em> was published June 2015 by Odin Hill Press. An e-book, Bergman\u2019s Island & Other Poems<\/em> is scheduled for publication by Poetry Repairs <\/em>in Feb. of 2017, and a humanities text is scheduled for publication by Kendall\/Hunt in 2018. Website: Ralph Monday<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Sense of Feel Some feel the deep oceans. Some feel the blackbird pecking at winter\u2019s crusted seeds. Some feel cracking ice in spring thaw. Others sense the universe expanding in the bourbon dark, fragmented galaxies growing further and further apart in the way of dead relationships. Feel or sense: a type of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13736","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13736","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13736"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13736\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13738,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13736\/revisions\/13738"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13736"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13736"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13736"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nblackbird pecking at winter\u2019s crusted seeds.
\nSome feel cracking ice in spring thaw.
\nOthers sense the universe expanding in the
\nbourbon dark, fragmented galaxies growing
\nfurther and further apart in the way of dead
\nrelationships.<\/p>\n
\nrecognition of nuance\u2014the bird following
\nmagnetic lines, the bear fat on fall\u2019s acorns, the
\ndusky wind carrying centuries\u2019scents, the woman
\nin the window pulling on lingerie for the lover who
\nnever comes.<\/p>\n
\nnowhere, to somewhere while some sense
\nthe pregnant stroll will always be futile.<\/p>\n
\nthe ground, flowered trees, feel what can\u2019t
\nbe felt, discarded lingerie the same.<\/p>\n
\nthe stars grows ever larger, and earth
\nwill not come walking forward to the
\nbanqueting hall.<\/p>\n