Tag: poetry

  • Greater Reason

    Greater Reason

    No thing on earth but manis complete and wholegiven form and conscienceand soul,made just sofor a greater reasonthan surviving countless season.What other worries itselfwith choice,concerned with wrong or rightor knows that power making day and nightor can even wonderabout seeing beyond its sight? No,no thing on earth but man is manand made just sofor a…

  • Second Home

    Second Home

    You’ll get used to it, honey.No, we can change that.Anything you want. There’s no reason to be sad.It’s just that you have two rooms, now. Well, we can’t get that right now, sweetheart.We can’t go back to Mommy’s house.Not right now. Don’t cry, baby. This is your room, too!I promise you’ll get used to it.Please…

  • Eternal Mind

    Eternal Mind

    How far down does the sun gowhen the sun each day goes down?How did Earth select its speedfor the speed of its spinning ‘round?How did the stars find their placesof the endless places there were to find?These few questions and infinite morewere answered by the Eternal Mind. Featured Download: If you would like a resource…

  • Transformation

    Transformation

    I hide the Shaker postcard in the textbook, its speaker with her back to us. Imagine. Every color in the roomthe various colors of hosiery. You have found, grey, the woman, her cloak covering her hair, a photograph in your book,sand, the basket on the bureau. You tell the storywhere her hands are, chiral, reaching,…

  • What Pains Await Me

    What Pains Await Me

    Some places have a certain smellThe gymnasium when I was youngLike tin and sweat – a scent that makesMe anxious and excited A field before a soccer gameFresh grass, and the air of success This courtroom has a smellIt’s the first one I’ve ever been inWhat pains await me on the far sideOf its sense…

  • Divine

    Divine

    If not Divine, thenwhat are we?Progress and processfrom some hapless form;some simple thing,some lesser beast,some soulless creature fully leastthat yet still walksin wood or jungle,flies in sky,crawls from hole or swims in sea? What that livesconsiders itself,except the human,to ask, “What made me?”What living that walksor flies or crawls or swimsbegs answers to questions this…

  • Roald Dahl’s Tree

    Roald Dahl’s Tree

    It would have taken, you said, at least ten people holding hands to encircle the tree. For each meter or so of circumference, a baobob is supposed to have lived one hundred years, so this tree in Tanzania, with a view of the Indian Ocean, is more than a thousand years old, several feet of…

  • A Brief Look of Concern

    A Brief Look of Concern

    I wish I was a better man.I would bargain for itwith Mephistopheles – clutch hisoffered claw in mine.With no irony, I would ask thisof God if I was only capableof admitting to myself that…that…That it’s my fault.All of it.It was me from the start, wanting otherwomen, thinking of ways to convince youthat it wasn’t so…

  • Ames Room

    Ames Room

    I believe in Trapezoidal Magic. The ophthalmologist Ames must have had a showman’s heart to construct a room whose walls are not perpendicular but slanted, and the ceiling and the floor incline so the world we see through the peephole makes a dwarf and a giant of the same man, and a ball rolls seemingly…

  • To the Peasant Poet

    To the Peasant Poet

    I grab my journal to jot down fragments that rhyme.             My boring assignments can wait a short time.In my mind is a dreamscape all my own,Designed to be like the fields you had known. Splashes of white dot the land and sky —The daisies swaying and clouds drifting by.The breeze blows through my loosened hair,And…

  • We Hear Everything

    We Hear Everything

    Mommy and Daddy love you very much. This isn’t your fault, baby. No, no, it has nothing to do with that. Sometimes it happens. People change, they stop feeling – No, sweetheart, no. I’ll always love you. Always! It’s different. You’ll understand when you’re older. Nothing happened. You heard that? It’s not what you think.…

  • It Came To Me

    It Came To Me

    Kneeling in the gardenI look closely at the tulipsCan I help them growWith just a thoughtA few wordsA drink of waterDo they grow for your eyes to seeDo they grow to smell so sweetKneeling in the gardenIt came to meThe tulips show me how to reach Featured Download: If you would like a resource to…