Tag Archives: Poetry

Negatives

  I wrote the moon a letter To show my affection for Her past graces, like when She blushed that late September Evening as though we both knew A secret love had been born. Or when she winked through clouds … Continue reading

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Bees and art

Bees are wanderers, but only so far as flowers Which nourish their incessant whizzes, By reciting poems composed for bees In spring meter. Whether they understand intricacies of peony Lineation or just pretend to be Buzzing over sublimation of impulses … Continue reading

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The thing done

Either it must come quickly and thrown down, As a hot biscuit from the pan, Not yielding to thoughtful pause, Nor succumbing to the death of rewrite; Or it must come slowly, so slowly as to be Forgotten and remembered … Continue reading

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Sound of Spring

    To hear a poem Is to know the sound of The soil warming In the sultry spring sunshine. If you feel the seed turning inside outward among The black womb of mother earth Until it splits asunder The … Continue reading

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To the writer

Tell us not about your pain, nor how badly you were hurt. We do not wish to read of blame; waste not the words in fruitless work. The value to the reader,  rather, is knowing what you saw, In standing … Continue reading

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