Nothing is Far
Though I have never caught the word
Of God from any calling bird,
I hear all that the ancients heard.
Posts Tagged "poem"
Equinox
Now is the time of year when bees are wild
and eccentric.
Ray at 14
Bless this boy, born with the strong face
of my older brother, the one I loved most,
who jumped with me from the roof…
The Guitar
There’s no end, there’s no end /
to this world, everlasting.
Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
Coffee Break
It was Christmastime,
the balloons needed blowing,
and so in the evening
we sat together to blow
balloons and tell jokes,
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
Filling Station
Oh, but it is dirty!
-this little filling station,
oil-soaked, oil-permeated
to a disturbing, over-all
black translucency.
Be careful with that match!
September Tomatoes
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
What You Have to Get Over
Stumps. Railroad tracks. Early sicknesses,
the blue one, especially.
Your first love rounding a corner,
that snowy minefield.
Sixth Grade
We didn’t like each other,
but Lynn’s mother had died,
and my father had died.
Two Poems for Valentine’s Day
If you like these, I invite you to browse around my writing section. I’ve got numerous poems and one nonfiction essay (entitled
Felix + Dzintra + Queensrÿche) – all of the shared under a Creative Commons license.
Age
As some people age
they kinden.
The apertures
of their eyes widen.
First Snow Project
Once every winter, I like posting up this First Snow Project. Looking to Flickr for keywords like snow, snowflake, etc., images are displayed that match up with me reading a poem I wrote.
The Fourth Wise Man
The fourth wise man
disliked travel. If
you walk, there’s the
gravel. If you ride,
there’s the camel’s attitude.