Contemplative poems

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

ContemplativeBruce Ross

Late Day Sun &

late day sun & small pieces of ice floating on the river
ContemplativeBruce Ross

Blue Winter Sky

blue winter sky the little peck holes up a pine tree
ContemplativeBruce Ross

Deep Mist &

deep mist & the coot dips its head into marsh water
ContemplativeBruce Ross

Late Summer

late summer the water striders jerky strokes across the stream
ContemplativeBruce Ross

Sunny Day

sunny day an old man repainting the cemetery gate
ContemplativeBruce Ross

Hazy Summer Morning

hazy summer morning the slow walk of the cow along the fence
ContemplativeAnne Scott Musil

Hands

sometimes the hands know best where the switch is limbs know which way to turn turn off the will the thought be led by what obeys remembers those good dogs like us limbs of an all-knowing letting us decide
ContemplativeAnne Scott Musil

On Manitoulin Island

we feed the animals great grey-white screaming gulls one sitting on a rock for hours waiting he gets fed first quick chirping chipmunks with sharp stripes who come up to our chairs rabbits - somewhere - shy and snuffling green-necked geese over the bay knowing it could make them too trustful of hunters for ourselves our pets we say liking them to turn to us to feel acknowledged needed share
ContemplativeAnne Scott Musil

The Juniper

when we moved here it was so tiny now it spreads and spreads up to the window covering streets houses, blocking out light yet somehow our rooms are bright growing sideways artful hardy protecting us from others' eyes and driveways, cars guarding our windows once tiny like our neighbours' children who once visited grew into teenagers too old to come or like we and our neighbours growing grey
ContemplativeWayne Ray

Early Winter Thaw

Early Winter thaw, tends to reveal barbed wire. The gravity of snow.
ContemplativeWayne Ray

Facing North

Facing north after the snowstorm windless clouds.
ContemplativeWayne Ray

First Leaf of Fall

First leaf of fall as temperatures drop , letter from home.

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