Tag Archive: poem-club

The birds are in their trees, the toast is in the toaster, and the poets are at their windows. They are at their windows in every section of the tangerine… Read more >

At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, A bird’s cry, at… Read more >

Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountainside With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted soon in any case… Read more >

So how have I lived my life since 1999 and not known that March 21 (the day after my anniversary) is World Poetry Day as declared by the UN /… Read more >

I have cast the world,     and think me as nothing. Yet I feel cold on snow-falling day, And happy on flower day.

Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River Are your words in the dark, Beloved

The scum has come,    My cocoa’s cold. The cup is numb,     And I grow old. It seems an age     Since from the pot It bubbled,… Read more >

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing… Read more >

Charlottesville, VA Driving alone down Old Lynchburg Road in the lilac haze of dusk it is so beautiful that for a moment you forget that the root word in this… Read more >

Christopher Robin Had wheezles And sneezles, They bundled him Into His bed. They gave him what goes With a cold in the nose, And some more for a cold In… Read more >