Unselfie
if I am my picture
I am no more
no face is finished
my own grown fat and home
to the general tow of people
and yet part sea
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Birthday boy
infirm as a child born yesterday
I am vexed to see myself
in my glass of wine
red and old
Environmentalist
I am out of pretty discourse
I go too far in censuring
I am certain that the world
is the true messiah
but what will change
my books open and open
thin membranes in a void
Window shopper
my breath in the window
of the bookseller’s
some books sing
some give me a home
Interloper
in this cold rose
a moth
having a sleep
Picnic
dinner in the outback
the land bit off some sun
behind the hill
Slacker
O busy clock
the hour I want could finish
and let us be
Journaling
the ice on a road
a moth wing
the very me I am
set down in my notes
this day like clear money
to be called for when I please
Timeless
time is a demand
in the present
to say something relating to money
is to back myself
into a clock
Slowing down
out in woods I stay
longer than ice
longer than hurt
not able to stir all afternoon
Compline
called by bell
I ring within
how infinitely naked is an ear
to the night
Imponderable
the settling of night into a hole
or a fly onto its supper
the same as asking a question
in a prayer
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