Archivists Poems - Poems about Archivists

...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......

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...truth is in fact an unreality and unattainable often outrageous and will make you or your self image crazy if turned into a fetish the object being in every case to avoid compulsion the futur......

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...feeling his vitamin injection a new adventure begins a slapstick epic of unfathomable implication here unfolds as the rat gnawed curtain rises at Ye Bone and Gristle among the clattering of wooden......

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...Poems about Poets VI beMused Michael R Burch Perhaps at three you'll come to tea, to have a cuppa here? You'll just stop in to sip dry gin? I only have a beer. To name the greats: P......

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...MODERN SONNETS I I prefer the original definition of the sonnet as a “little song” of indeterminate form and length. These modern sonnets vary from more-or-less traditional to free verse. Mak......

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...Some parts have regenerated not backwards, local history cannot be expunged with a backhoe and eraser. There are facilities, collection plants, distributions centers, storage units. Where once s......

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...Poems about Poems (II) Kin by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore 1. Shrill gulls, how like my thoughts you, struggling, rise to distant bliss? the weightless blue of skies that are no......

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...Sonnets XVII-XXIV Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows......

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...The State of the Art (I) by Michael R. Burch Has rhyme lost all its reason and rhythm, renascence? Are sonnets out of season and poems but poor pretense? Are poets lacking fire, their word......

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...The Making of a Poet by Michael R. Burch While I don’t consider “Poetry” to be my best poem—I wrote the first version in my teens—it’s a poem that holds special meaning for me; I call it my ars p......

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...No Mark by Michael R. Burch A wave implodes, impaled upon impassive rocks... this evening the thunder of the sea is a wild music filling my ear... you are leaving and the ungrieving ......

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...Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows of hologramic CDs, ......

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...An ephemeral loyalty of unity divides faded pride. Cosmopolitan this block upon block monument shaded by white clouds enclaved in stains switched mundane tirades to acclaim that spades lisp......

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...Words reside alone in time and space; Only sentient minds their roots trace. Etymologists bring accents, forms to the surface; Lexicographers establish a chronological base. In dark, library basement......

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