One Poem by Faith Stern

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PAIN

Incessantly demanding recognition

Like the penetrating ticking of a tightly wound clock

Is the knowing.



Knowing we shall not be,

Knowing, though I close the door

It will not cease,

Despite my gasp,

“No more.”

Faith Bueltmann Stern, poet, writer, and musician, has taught at colleges in Maryland and the Midwest. Her poetry and prose can be read in Preview, New Writer’s Journal, Fodderwing, Grub Street Writer, Gunpowder Review, Chesapeake, and the St. Louis Genealogical Society Quarterly. She is the author of Getting There with Faith: Adventures of a Travel Addict from Bielizna Press. Born in California, she lived near Kalorama Circle before moving to Takoma Park, MD.

Featured Image for this post: The Prague astronomical clock (in Old Town Square) was installed in 1410 by clock-makers Mikuláš of Kadaň and Jan Šindel, and is the oldest functioning Astronomical clock in the world from Andrew Shiva / Wikipedia / CC BY-SA 4.0

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