Bottomland Poems - Poems about Bottomland

...In flood the creek is still a walk over. A listless washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water meanders through sunke......

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...Aeneid Book 6: The Descent into the Underworld by Virgil loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The Sibyl began to speak to Aeneas: “God-blooded Trojan, son of Anchises, descen......

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...These are poems for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts... Nightfall by Michael R. Burch for Kevin Nicholas Roberts Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now, as I await death. T......

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...In flood the creek is still a walk over. A limp washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water slides through low, t......

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...In flood the stream is still a walk over. A limp washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything much at all. Here and there, the no name trickle tur......

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...Poems about Poems V Distances by Michael R. Burch There is a small cleanness about her, as though she has always just been washed, and there is a dull obedience to convention in her accommo......

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...Love is her Belief and her Commandment by Michael R. Burch for Beth Love is her belief and her commandment; in restless dreams at night, she dreams of Love; and Love is her desire and her pu......

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...written in octaves Tom gathers broken branches and stubs his toes on roots. Tywhoppity’s rich bottom is tidied up each autumn. The ache and pain he stanches to reap September fruits. Tom gat......

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...Hidden under crop circle resembling an ampersand hides sheathed silo - obscured, said symbol adorned every armband of national socialist, yet weapons of mass destruction) bland lee, blatantly......

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...In the rugged mountain passes Of the western Carolinas, Just west of Hendersonville and east of Kentucky, USA, In the land of the foothills and steep valleys down, Exists a remote land forgotten ......

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...Accepting aloneness, incomplete solitude, imperfect rest. The garden wasted, pumpkin patch planted late, potatoes untasted left in ground. A thousand email addresses, each unique represents......

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...Poem: This Rock Poet: Ken Jordan Edited By: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2012 This rock This Holy  piece of stone -  Bestowed  upon the Pueblo People of the  Tribal Nations by the ......

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