Contemplative poems

Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.

ContemplativeDave Bonta

Five haiku

moth in our room a dull landscape with one flower pot the finest life drops of dew hanging on the leaves a finger to feel my eyes going to see the queen black man in a mourning suit afternoon chapel a kiss in the park— I begin to doubt my own journal
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Maritime

try to see the sea touching us all whoever shall come next must be born into this work this way of being full
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Self improvement

I hew myself raw like a thought in mathematics finding failures to build upon green as a burial in the garden absent as a lost manuscript going to a thief I am not at all sorry to be asleep
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Bones to pick

over the body of a hill we quarrel on a journey think how people are at a feast of stone
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Circle

a coven in stone might take us for dead and we in our ownwhere might ache to be by others till night and ice and so home to my head
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Handyman

material things show me my own hand the simplicity of it accepting or laying aside in a sequence of actions certain as blood and o to bury the day in a glass of wine
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Agoraphobic

at home sitting among good words spring beginning now to be dirty
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Managerial

night at the office I speak low and dictate but my eyes are still and might go to bed
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Charlatanity

how empty is the church of the body further and further from the red road of a ready tongue to make every part presently dead grow strange
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Mere mortal

my carcass is contrary as lead it will amount to nothing even though I am as clear as the clearest wind
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Pre-occupied

busy with my own air I was almost blind all day standing I walk at night in the garden
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Habitat

in the middle of my work I lay down in the woods on a mission to be alone I do not doubt that some god entered my head to take so much root

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