Numb Beyond My Ken

A Poem by Desert Knave

Brigid's-Fest Again

I am numb beyond my ken

And it's Brigid's-Fest again

February's taken flight

Winter starts to die tonight

I am dumb beyond my brain

Needing her to end my pain

Saint Brigid now holds my troth

And fashions my shroud-cloth

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025

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Added on February 4, 2025
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Desert Knave

Phoenix, AZ

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I am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more..