Shade

Shade

                       Shade The quiet, silent things send echoes through Each other.  Rosebush leaves above the tom That naps beneath them are more quiet, strew Their silence down, reverberating calm On nearly silent breathing through his two Pink nostrils held by...

Noxymoron

                    Noxymoron The paradox of New Year’s midnight Eves Is ever new and ever old because The endless carries on.  The moment cleaves The past from present in unchanging laws And also causes pasts and presents to Cleave hard together changelessly the...

Changed, Remained, Unaltered

       Changed, Remained, Unaltered A midday moon high up above a bird That sings from nowhere, everywhere, will soon Become a paleness in the blue, half slurred In slighter blue of evening’s later sky. That afternoon another songbird tied The time between the noon...

Disclosure of Might in Slackness

Disclosure of Might in Slackness “The tree manifests the bodily power of the wind; The wave exhibits the spiritual nature of the moon.” The tree is strong but not quite strong enough. Its lack of strength unveils the power of wind. This tree thus weak reveals that...

Perfect Paradoxes, October’s Oxymorons

Perfect Paradoxes, October’s Oxymorons The point of fall is melancholy joy. The oranges, yellows, and the reds are breaths Of autumn but in parallel destroy. Their bright solemnity a trillion deaths Entails.  The oranges are calmly rife With gorgeouness of gloom. ...

Buried Fruit

       Buried Fruit Egyptian desert places are the most Productive in our search for classic fruit. The ruins near the Memphis desert coast Were planted with a sowing absolute. There near the Serapeum was a pot Of books, their texts the earliest so far To come to us...

Buried Fruit

       Buried Fruit Egyptian desert places are the most Productive in our search for classic fruit. The ruins near the Memphis desert coast Were planted with a sowing absolute. There near the Serapeum was a pot Of books, their texts the earliest so far To come to us...

The Knighthood of the Countryside

The Knighthood of the Countryside Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Genteel, the hills of Oxfordshire are clothed With farm fields at their feet, brocades of trees On shoulders and their chests. The...