Listening up
hear how a raven
can be true but broken
how the quiet comes to speak
privately like a kiss
and art inside-out
is heart once again
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
No change
New Year’s
drinking interrupted
by rain again
Weather vane
I give directions
to the wind
I know the top of the hill
in some respects better than it
this vellum
in a cathedral of paper
Enlightenment
my inner business is to stay present
with my ice
and my gin
Guises
no time to change
my companion and I undress
into the night between walls
into a young kiss and an answer
into kindness
into a variety of occasions
that I have not made with myself
Howling wilderness
snow is the first
new world we howl at
lying down in it
at first without a sound
Cuppa
having to drink tea
in a dirty house I hear
the sound of water
Shark week
I am the thin
fin in the tide
to point is better than to impose
excuse me but I must find
as much time as the weather
to let be
Flâneur
day lay on a hill
as I walked here and there
in no great haste to go home
looking ought to be
a continued thing
another supper
No news
a morning empty
as the paper
a paper that is
not paper
I look at the weather
and letters last
the paper is a thin
sharp nest
any difference between us
is now a new word
Recovery
mending from seizure
her head
disheveled in the wind
Time-bound
my hands think without me
a tick will not talk
to his old red comrade
above the world a swan
is as much of the dead
as we know
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