12 Tuesday May 2026
Posted in poems
Is love a reality we made here ourselves - and grief - did we design that? A. R. Ammons
A cliff edge -
imagine:
a sheer deep
space drop,
part rock, part air
landing
day by day,
story
full.
Shapes, things,
all the instants
unwind
wrench into framework
stretch into appointed time
cobble rhetoric:
air, ocean, cliff,
soul, love, grief -
schemes of thought:
given, designed,
imagined
agreement improvised.
A river works hard to return to the ocean.Eroding its own bed, dividing, cutting,discerning its way, deep, into the parent …
Once more the geese are arriving in lines of code,neatly arranged, elegantly tapered,announcing the passage of another season.We arrive in …
This relentless rain,each drop falling singly,distinct, nameable, yetstill, a piece of the delugein suspended syncopation.Imagine, the beatof a hummingbird’s heart …
RhetoricThe speaker made changes, some required, and then some others.It became quite a story. A mechanical marvel of moving parts.A …
This is their place on the beach -open air, wood, glass, polished marble.She stares through waxen light into a sky …
Today is a wish.A halfhearted promise of escapefrom the dark swan of ambition.From all the contrived hopes and desiresthat scaffold …
It was the impossible indigo sky.It was the yellow dust of sunlight.It was the blank moonlight on her skin.It was …
The Artist Looks at NatureIt carries the weight of perspective.The observer both central and oblique.At once precise and fanciful – …
ShovelerA storm brews just out of reach.You clear a space for it.Open, solemn, awake to brevity.The in and out of …
Poetry on the run 