Known unknowns
what did I hear in the park
except many things
calico flags
conformable to their meaning
I went therefore to them
to understand us
with few words but the water
high and singing
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Inclement
mean morning
a tern
on the ice
Therapy animal
making a catalogue
of misfortune
my eyes rest
on the lone swan
in the park I met
my wife at
Convalescence
in a home
rest
the whole day
off
Seen enough
up to my eyes
with seeing
I petition the night
to be the news now
Participant observer
church pew filled
with her confidence
and my eye on
the wing
a voyage in good company
and me
Renovation
home is a reckoning
with my eyes
which exed out
all the garden
and still expect a change
in one night
Unending
time is a symptom of being
and I am all in on it
at the table as
a gentle sort of scholar
I poke at my dinner
read the Epistle of Cassandra
Weekend
tomorrow is the color
of the water in my glass
and today is an instrument
for perspective
a wren making her home
on my acre of nothing
but at night the yellow sun
is cleaned and oiled
staying among poor people
as a common blessing
Reflective
morning ice patch
I might be
many things
Known unknower
dead ignorant
I see only what I know not
astonished at the grace
in undiscovered things
all undressed
for the fur of fire
New window
the world I work
and walk in
appearing out my new
painted window frame
a May-day haze
thin like the self
Describe a feeling — we’ll find a poem
Or try: