Best Flocculent Poems

Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the...

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Snowflakes falling,
 
	gently landing- draping

		bare, outstretched
 
tree branches awaiting

	scintillating, flocculent,
 
		white ermine boas.

Exquisite silhouettes

	against winter's sky-

		glistening beneath 

full moon resplendence.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Contest: A Succinct...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are...

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State of the Art (IV)

These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. 



Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old...

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Cocooned and tucked away
In a chrysalis 
Snowman melts
Sooty are his tears

Outside a lacustrine beauty
His nose is the first casualty
It falls on the ground 
Bang

He was...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like...

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Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in...

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Good Heart

I cannot support but stop and look at the caring, lost love.
Are you upset by how affectionate it is?
Does it break you apart to...

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Whilst a medley of us lied upon the flocculent canvas
An ever so comely sound had been shaped of the void
‘Twas the sharp sound of supremacy...

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Postcard 1
by Miklós Radnóti
written August 30, 1944
translated by Michael R. Burch
 
Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders,
resounds on the mountain...

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Flocculent clouds suck the life from bel-esprit
She misses going out and warm springtime sun
She desires one verdant leaf upon a tree

Sharing feelings with the menagerie...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti

Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III)

A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied...

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Athena takes me
sometimes by both hands

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
,upon awaking,

is:...

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Does March ever quit
to be the wildest month?
Isn't its fury a serious threat
to the crows who munch
on anything, they can find?

We bundle up not to...

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