This blog has been created as an open experiment of poetry composition, perhaps a glimpse at an emerging manuscript as it matures. This working manuscript should not be considered as complete or published. Instead, this should be viewed as merely an early stage in the process of creation.

I have placed below some of the pages from an isolated venture in one of my typescript loose-leaf folders. The contents here represent portions of an ongoing personal project with a particularly narrow focus intended to eventually develop toward a book-length poetry sequence with the tentative working title of

The poem will grow as new sections are added. The individual posts are designed so that they may be viewed as independent items; however, I have consciously carried themes, images, and similar language through the extended sequence with the hope that connectivity and continuity will be preserved among numerous sections of the long poem.

Readers are asked to regard this piece as a work in progress, a partial or rough draft rather than a finished product (even if some selected segments previously may have appeared in print), and I request everyone realize various edits, emendations, or expansion may be made to the posts at any time in the future. Moreover, at some point the entire sequence will be removed to undergo a complete revision.

Therefore, I urge visitors to become followers of the blog by clicking the link in the sidebar, as well as to follow on Twitter for updates. Readers are also invited to browse my personal web site for additional information.

Indeed, a significant part of this experiment involves a certain amount of transparency that includes the possibility for readers to communicate responses and offer constructive suggestions, both of which I welcome through post comments or e-mail messages.

Also, I advise that the order of the numbered sections is not meant to be at all definitive since the long poem’s sequence will certainly be reorganized as the work in this temporary format starts to resemble a completed manuscript and begins to assume a more formal shape that might eventually be suitable for publication. In fact, I welcome interest from book publishers as well.

Thank you for taking the time to examine this trial stage, a test which I perceive as a preliminary process in the composition of a possible poetry manuscript. —Edward Byrne

Friday, June 11, 2010


. . . . .
III. Early Spring

Squinting from this distance, we see new
. . . . . flowers now growing in our neighbor’s

garden seem nothing more than colorful
. . . . . splotches, as if someone had smudged

circles on a canvas, each simply fitted
. . . . . into its handsome landscape by a quick

stab of twisted brush stroke. A cold
. . . . . breeze still eases through willow trees

like a sigh that signals resignation,
. . . . . stirring the green leaves already filling

in early spring, as splashes of sunlight
. . . . . filter through their thin limbs and settle

like shreds of tatted lace, swatches
. . . . . as white as fine linen, littering the lawn.

Farther on, a hurried rustle of feathers,
. . . . . then a flurry when a flock of waxwings

flushed out of bushes by our son flashes,
. . . . . rises high above everything, and an empty

sky is suddenly split with that high string
. . . . . of wings sliding by, stragglers swinging

like kites into a few loose rings overhead.
. . . . . All day, my wife and I have been strangely

occupied by such minor changes in that
. . . . . set arrangement of the world around us.

During this season, so much in transition,
. . . . . still we sit on a stone bench in a broken

lacework of shade beneath these trees,
. . . . . watch those last waxwings wheel over

a neighbor’s house and above our son,
. . . . . anticipate the slow erosion of daylight.

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