The unknown sea
The sea I miss
I know not:
the otherwise things,
the way of ice,
all the bells and bonfires,
the land at night.
I do not see much:
only an indifferent heart.
Poems on the topic: ice
Poems on the topic “ice” on Poets.by.
Message without bottles
The water came
with letters from the land
to the air
with this fleet of ice.
Have a nice day
O, an ice
day—a night-
to-be.
Filigree
ice in the tent—
a lace where I lean
against the bed
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
Icing
ice settling in the fields—
after our walk
we eat cake
Whiteout
white as noon, this ice—
this small arm which I am
not able to stir
Animist
spring thaw
trees retrieving their reflections
from the ice
* * *
snowflakes
on my bald head
tapping woodpecker
subnivean
I tunnel through the day
half awake
Groundhog Day
the former coal town living
off a shadow
cabin fever
today’s potato flaky
as old wood
meltwater pool
the way my reflection
keeps shivering
cold moon
* * *
cold snap
the one-take tune I make
breaking icicles
Floating World (Ukiyo)
In the demimonde they say rules
don’t apply; even the law of gravity
has been suspended. You can laugh
from the bottom bounce of a check.
You can float. Women are more
than ornamental: their arts are art.
A sailor spots his ship’s figurehead
on her way to a meeting of the board.
The glass ceiling hasn’t been shattered
but turned into a floor: like sea ice,
blue, translucent, prone to cracks
and groans. It will hold your weight
until spring, when the old order returns
with its dark fins and foreclosures,
its strip poker, its house that always wins.
Nature conspires with nurture again
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