Clapboard Poems - Poems about Clapboard

Pilgrimage

...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...

The Vanished Family of Hickory Sticks

...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...

Pilgrimage

...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 ...

Legend

...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...

Terra Cotta Clay

...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...

The Unpainted Clapboard House

...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...

Paper Airplane In a Gumdrop Sky

...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...

Of Mice and Mills

...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...

Rooftop Woman

...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...

Poems About Poems I

...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 ...

The State of the Art

...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...

The Making of a Poet

...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...

Country Church Nestled In the Wilderness

...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.

...

Currents

...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...

Salvation of a Formalist, An Ode To Entropy

...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!



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