Solipsist
my taste is for madness
like a verse I never understand enough
I expect to find each child
gone to be born
and I fall into neglect
ward of a poisoned well
all my prayers lying
in an indifferent box
Poems on the topic: prayer
Poems on the topic “prayer” on Poets.by.
Slow dance
is my knee red
which hand is handsome
alone with each other
we begin to learn to dance
for two to pray
being one is holy
Testing the water
not yet light
I put my hand in the sea
to learn the difference between
air and prayer
Pillar
My wife is an oiled leg of church,
a long psalm,
sex the red letter I preserve
among my other prayers.
Matins
A morning where
I talk about death
though I do not believe
in mourning, grown
so old that I am ashamed
to be in the picture.
And she showed us
her cabinet where she had
very pretty prayers.
Proverbial (6)
Char a bass and be glad.
The pater noster yesterday; war today.
Vexed to eat, vexed to be.
Noon Prayer
Noon, do things to my mind.
Fit my chamber.
Night comes with coke and dismay,
without a beginning,
so reflect upon me
though I don a lead hat.
Reluctant Prophet
I see a sea of hands,
a wine seller in the wine cellar,
a night made even with the sun.
What to do? I pray for
a change of tune.
Open Sea
A sitting day
at the sea,
that sudden country.
The business
of sea is absence,
home to prayers.
Gain and Ache
Gain and ache are the greatest guides.
We lay with women, being pretty handsome.
We went to bed, being somewhat ill,
afterwards disputing for and against
extemporary prayer.
Orison
morning, put me in order
like the afternoon
or a letter home
Breakup
I hear the first words die
with a strange turn
into thin ear.
The common years we were merry in
go cold—prayers
to be mulled.
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