Poems on the topic: water

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Dave Bonta

Early days

I drank to her sun and to her body of water me in my dirt and my rot my wandering and my idleness not yet declared by the doctors to be past recovery it was little yet and bad to make a show about the illness

Dave Bonta

Gestation

we eat anything a trout a sandwich all the stolen words like unborn water press on the drum of my big belly where I begin to hear a new dark voice

Dave Bonta

Benighted

night pretty as a burnt church beyond all oratory preaches like Ecclesiastes the days of darkness shall be many all that cometh is vanity and I take water and a bitter little sin to bed

Dave Bonta

Lynx rufus

Woken by thirst & a hot gaze from the mouth of the shelter: sun, or mother dangling some new, wet chew-toy for her grown kitten? The dream visions slink back behind the rocks, where it’s always night. Yellow eye, help me look for a drink under these shelves of angled light. Water has no scent of its own. After dark, it’s simple to track it by its purr: every large ravine has a throat, a pulsing vein. Its surface trembles, the loveliest of pelts. But sometimes too there’s water on top of the mountain,

Dave Bonta

Roar

whitewater I ache to sing without song that music of anger

Dave Bonta

Discharged

our water grew better by night thin and harmlessly sad my book on mortality hit back I was living in the dangerous part of town I bled hope to ease myself like a bed full of guns

Dave Bonta

Burial at sea

out on the water rain is no making of a field but a great kindness when I die who will offer any advice what will be the question

Dave Bonta

Industrial park

over all the mills a white haze is this holy water this form of plague

Dave Bonta

Contemplative

in a pit I sit and think backward as water how they measure and take a counterfeit pleasure how all nature is not quite conquered yet how music and women give us being

Dave Bonta