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

Sunday, March 13, 2011


. . . . . XXIX. January Light

. . . . . 1

Despite cold winds and snow-covered
. . . . . limbs outside, bright sunlight spills

through a bay window like clear liquid
. . . . . flowing so slowly into a crystal bowl

or white wine filling a glass decanter.
. . . . . My son runs one hand along whorls

stained in the veined wood of the sill,
. . . . . his long thin fingers lit with sunshine,

as if he’s feeling for heat beside rising
. . . . . flames blazing from the hearth’s fire.

. . . . . 2

Outdoors, the daylight now appears
. . . . . translucent, as seen through a jewel

or like a low amber glow pooling
. . . . . under the blush of an old gas lamp,

the frozen scenery merely a backdrop
. . . . . as Alex explores for more warmth,

moves his hand again through a slant
. . . . . of rays in that late afternoon glare,

cups light in a palm, perhaps hoping
. . . . . to save a sample for after nightfall.


  1. Such a tender image, that cupping of light in the palm to "save ... for after nightfall". It reminds me of times my sisters and I caught lightning bugs, delighting in the glow coming through our fingers.

  2. Nice imagery. It reminds me of my days in my home town, where there would be brilliant sunny days in the middle of winter, with their contrast of the cold of the ice and the heat of the sun.