A Gathering of Poetry | 1.15.26
Greetings friends and I am so happy it is the first Poetry Gathering of 2026!
(although, I am here to tell you that grief brain and aware of time brain are two very different brains…sigh)
So this morning as I scrambled to get my ducks in order and find a poem to share… an eerily fortunate tag drew my attention and upon flipping open to the tagged page… I found the absolutely perfect poem for today. (or at least it was for me… )
It is a poem by Charles Bukowski and is tucked away inside Phyllis Cole-Dai & Ruby R. Wilson’s first Poetry of Presence anthology.
a song with no end
by Charles Bukowski
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric”
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
to be completely alive at every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.
“a song with no end” from The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps by Charles Bukowski. Copyright © 2001
It seems fitting with how much Renée Good has been on my mind this week. I read in several places that she was a poet as well and thanks to Pádraig Ó Tuama, I have a poem of her’s to share with you all… I first read it on Sunday and have been contemplating it all week and have reread it multiple times since then… here it is for your consideration.
A huge thanks to Bonny for providing a place for us all to gather today.
