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

Thursday, November 18, 2010


. . . . .XXIV. Morning Walk in Late Autumn

. . . . . 1

Under thin light of late autumn sun,
. . . . . brisk winds drag a mixture of brittle

leaves—red, orange, brown, gold—
. . . . . along cold ground around our house

and toss them above the hardened
. . . . . earth in the backyard flower garden,

where we had turned the black soil
. . . . . during spring seeding. Its pine fence

has been weathered gray by decades
. . . . . of days like today, wood splintering

even before the harsh frost in winter,
. . . . . provides another way to measure time.

. . . . . 2

Awakened by a swift shift of winds
. . . . . this morning, we saw first snowflakes

settling among those empty limbs
. . . . . in a row of willows across the road,

filed beside a shallow pond already
. . . . . frozen over even though the winter

season has not yet begun. When we
. . . . . walk toward thicker woods beyond,

chains of footprints remain to track
. . . . . our path. With each word you speak,

your tiny clouds of breath disappear
. . . . . nearly as quickly as they’d appeared.