Clapboard Poems - Poems about Clapboard

...One day I'll drive there. On the way I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman, who lived outside the city, above a sea lion rookery. She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer: “I want you animals......Read the rest...

...A chilled-to-the-bone night in October During a fog hovering over the hills, A West Virginia family came up missing The story still gives neighbors the chills, Seems their clapboard s......Read the rest...

...One day I'll drive there. On the way I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman, who lived outside the city above a sea lion rookery. She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer: “I want you animals ......Read the rest...

...The mine drowned the holler, many reallocated to trailer parks along the Interstate. The school dwindled, ran out of children became a garage for dead trucks, then a beer barn, then a Meth la......Read the rest...

...Terra Cotta Clay David J Walker Somehow the house still felt like it was his Wistful rejection The days through the doors The chores The noisy neighbors annoyed at any form of complain......Read the rest...

...We had moved six times in my seven years Always some apprehension on my part At this new school, red-necked bullies to fear Only I did not know about their art Oh! I was soon to find out wh......Read the rest...

...I was paused at a blood red light, across from a clapboard church with a sign "English services available". Off to the side I saw a chubby kid clumsily attempting a cartwheel... afte......Read the rest...

...Of Mice and Men-Mills David J Walker And Speaking of Steinbeck The Jobe family could have Lived here or there Pointing to the bones of Clapboard farmhouses on Their last legs In some......Read the rest...

...atop dust-covered clapboard hanging sheets washed virgin white wind-borne absolution encircled she sang life's aria distant sailor smiled Written: 26 December 2020......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poems (I) What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~underwater~~~ watching the shoreline blur sees through his breath’s weightless ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...A country church nestled in a peaceful valley, Against a glorious backdrop of tall mountains, That were fashioned before Eden’s retched malady, That beset the human soul and rich surroundings. ......Read the rest...

...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 clapboard slap of tide, the clockwork shock of w......Read the rest...

...Salvation of a Formalist, an Ode to Entropy by Michael R. Burch Entropy? God's universal decree That I get to be Disorderly? Suddenly My erstwhile boxed-in verse is free? Wheeeeee! E......Read the rest...