Inscrutable
the bottle or a book
eating at the night
like a god I neither can guess
nor believe in
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Mind over matter
I live hard in a little house
so smoky that it was troublesome
till they put out the fire
in my book of tales
the poor live with great content
out of mind
Graveyard shift
we pay for the morning
in unaware work
day is a hollow dance
the world makes
my heart give me
a few ordinary words
but do it in writing
the nights run faster than ink
Orality
a thin mouth is a part
of all I discover
who is making it
thin as the letter i
as the word poor
who desires it
Where we sat
with great ease
the oak lives or dies
Landscape gardener
I cannot make natural
as if I rain
my head full of stepping thin
compasses of ice
Geology in brief
no wind in a stone
only cold and time
dirt getting all weary work to do
like us is loose
Creature
wrought in bed
I continue working
a fire in the wind
a used tool
Monologue
rain makes a mad din all evening
time is our tune
No toll
full of morning
the bell by our door
who am I to droop
if others should trouble
the world more than me
The way home
I change onto a little side road
only to keep being doubtful
what I have of night
might ease my mind
Rainy season
what wing broke a pinion in the garden
I am hunting a word to help us
through the long waters
on each side the east
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