Marking time
a song is fatal
the note is as gone as ash after I play it
who having great need
to meet myself at the harp
take for granted that time
is knocking nails
Poems on the topic: ash
Poems on the topic “ash” on Poets.by.
Company man
At the office, all
hunt for ash—no fire.
The company is
another gone god.
I receive a subpoena for it,
give it a bed
between the midwife and the day.
Re/creation
I work at leisure—
a holy war.
I have bought all my own
pleasures and so
proceed in a supper of ash,
ourselves a dish.
Burnt offerings
Kings of ash, we are
an evening company
and should have been merry
but the wine and all
other things stayed
on the altar.
Hill country
A road of dirt and ash.
Deep in a hollow, a woman
resembling the sea,
considerable and weary.
Dispatch from the front
This day is ash.
The war continues, and the sea
takes a body that was
a person in the land.
The shore sang,
a messenger from tomorrow.
Diarist
A rank morning.
I batten on ash—my wife—
and rot—my diary,
break down the day.
Fee
Show me five pieces:
a morning of ash,
a white gull,
a parson wrapped in paper,
a castle of chocolate,
a well at night.
Insomniac
One in the morning. How to sleep?
Ash came pouring into my mouth.
I sleep on my table after dinner
and at night walk up and down in bed.
Ash Wednesday
Ash overtook me, all joy
only a seed on the wind.
I went to the alley and bought a cat
and a good piece of cheese, I wonder why.
As if it is better to be here
than anywhere else.
TV dinner
dinner with the news
ash in a dish of evening
my coffee an argument against
that overbalance of propriety
Field hospital
long in my blood
full of blood sick
lying on my back
in pain my arm tied up
my waiting word
and I hear a doctor
reach out and turn
to ash
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