Jude Goodwin, Canadian Poet

Jude Goodwin

She uses the personal to translate the universal.

Gravity

I'm watching things fall—
a laugh from the other room,
a letter, released from its pile,
this damn hair, always
in my face. And evidence
of something more—
shadows, ideas, whispers.
There was a day
when I believed in fate
like gravity, pulling us together
but after all this time
it's still a mystery, you
falling to the ground
at the same rate as a couch
or a ring.
There is a lamp
that's powered by the falling
motion of weight. A light
powered by fate
or lifting, we begin
with our arms in the air
and dark all around.


 

Proud to be chosen as a Spotlight Author in Eclectica Magazine.

If it is outstanding writing, then we want to share it with our ever growing, global readership.
Editors Tom Dooley and Jennifer Finstrom

The wind, the wind

Hush

Hush