Prospero
my only work is to look
to look after
the tide
serving a sea I keep
the noon till night
I let be
Poems on the topic: sea
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Evolutionaries
at sea we imprinted
on the shape of ships
taking water as a master
but like fish
beginning to grow legs
we go up into the full music
Widow’s walk
who is fit to go to sea
in the heart
some other weather
I ache so much to sense
but I am old
the pretty girl that sang
and danced is dead
Bedside manner
the sea is fine-
spoken and rough
a physician for the soul
I hear/do not hear it
again and again
in every place I could not
open my eyes
Unselfie
if I am my picture
I am no more
no face is finished
my own grown fat and home
to the general tow of people
and yet part sea
Soledades
who could be whole
all alone
and not fight with some
possible faction
in the mystery of
his possible mind
or let his body suffer
another great love
we shall all be sunk
after plundering for imperfections
who having seen a sea
stays at home
Soterial
observing a horse
how it minds nothing
is naked and content
like a mad god
what will become of people
full of sad stories
everybody sick
and never a physician
which sea would help us fear
what we have done
which curse
might trouble us
so small and thin
our ear bones are
Farm workers
out on the farm we see
the weight of the present
take pains to deserve
a bit of rain
green as the sea
having spent hours killing
Hatchlings
found ourselves in eggs
silent together
we were simple
not knowing the way
found ourselves to go backward and forward
wild as the sea
it seemed like fire
upon every stroke
the crow made us
whole
Out of sight, out of mind
fine fish
from a wretched dirty sea
we bought four
easily persuaded almost to anything
offer us love
but never science
wrong the poor but make me thankful
for being at ease
Tailor or sailor?
a man that carries pins in his mouth
should not go to sea
my chest full of wind
I cannot fill my belly
TRIPTYCH IN NOIR
her jailed lover’s image in the mirror
slowly loses color
like tea poured again & again
from the same leaves
or a cloud of cigarette smoke mixing with the air
beneath the mirror’s mercury lies
the captain lost at sea in some
interminable corrido
his waterproof watch still ticks inside his slicker
it’s past 3:00
light from the street lamp
filters through the slats of the blind
outshines the moon:
two sets of stripes that cross at
an oblique angle on the walls & the bed
where she lies staring into the one dark corner
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