Carpe diem
All things call
and all fall and rot.
Excuse my not
waiting as others do
to be.
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Hearsay
“six men I hear
drowned repairing the queen’s pleasure boat”
evening barber
Proverbial (11)
A chin of good cheer
in a famine
is the greatest extremity.
Some part of this day
is another.
From the Neolithic
Noon broke.
I walked alone, taking
notice of the ground—
a future of mine
which I shall be glad
to exchange,
raising our roof higher
to enlarge
our first moor.
I had a fine walk
in the fields—
the home I ate.
Filigree
ice in the tent—
a lace where I lean
against the bed
Raw
wind and rain
we settle one by one
at the little table
Abstract
An experiment:
hands talking,
we frighten the bear
back into a book.
The bills of mortality
appear to be full
of pure hunger.
Digest
I begin to digest my book
for clearer understanding—
a letter for light
a word for spirit
for being other and not
me at all.
Proverbial (10)
All self-things change.
To see and be seen
is to be taken prisoner.
The land would not answer the world.
Take no ice for ungrateful pains.
End of winter
ice all gone
the city a treasury
of ash
Poor in spirit
urchin at church—
eyes make a most
eloquent sermon
Discovery
early to chapel
the dust is as poor
as a new continent
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