Tag: poetry
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The poet’s house
Spare enough for frozen flower branches to scratch the icy kitchen window, rain-soaked goldenrod to brush against her dress, evenings of lost, tender fears spying down the empty lane, long, hot afternoon delays, awaiting a dry spell to take up the mowing, the mending, the swinging. Wide open, ever-joyful tedium. The birches down the pasture…
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My window at night, iii
Should I leave chocolates for you, some other ridiculous sacrifice? Perhaps you just need a favor? You are not who I am here to please, but my emptiness is complete without you. Indeed, a small cup of coffee with you is eternity, a cure for my numb and pedantic self of origin. So what must…
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My window at night, ii
My friend, why do you call on me this way, when I am alone in the dark and have no refuge? — your familiarity, so foreign to the daylight, always guessing my thoughts, correctly, though I resent it. You bounce with ease in the warm evening air, wafting over my chest and around my legs,…