Freshet Poems - Poems about Freshet

...Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what They were missing before But now having full sight Ea......

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...Beyond the wave-sacked, lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, my blood kin flogging grim pleasures, wolfing eggy sandwiches, dipping tea-stain......

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...Masterful! lordly framed picturesque rain stain ing icy cap summit’s height, vaulting off grassy green pediplain’s sloping foothills, impinging azure sky’s obscur ing clo......

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...Poems about Things that Break II These are poems about things that break and/or shatter. Water and Gold by Michael R. Burch You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every ......

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...Amidst the hills, there lays a greeny valley and a river flowing beside where it’s elixir dripping from the elevated peaks of hillocks, kissing the white creamy stones to churn, it into dec......

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...The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo by Michael R. Burch For all that I remembered, I forgot her name, her face, the reason that we loved... and yet I hold her close within my thought......

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...A death-dance, a horse swept away. Hooves flash and slap the frothing pitch. Neck cranked tight, in the cascading white-waters. Terrible to behold. A large chunk of tree, just a large lo......

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...The river holds within it a bygone starlight, as if all that was will be its movement into tomorrow. By that ancient glow long drowned ghosts dream. I also imagine those dreams travelling i......

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...She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must bend down to her to understand. But she only smiles, and takes my hand. We are walking somewher......

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...See by Michael R. Burch See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem like hair at all, but like the airy moult of emus who outraced the wind and left soft plumage in their wake. See how her e......

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...For All That I Remembered by Michael R. Burch For all that I remembered, I forgot her name, her face, the reason that we loved ... and yet I hold her close within my thought: I feel the burnis......

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...Beyond the wave-sacked, lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, my blood kin flogging grim pleasures, wolfing eggy sandwiches, dipping tea-stain......

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...***A childhood experience where I recall my friends and I playing in the rain, but we became sad when the rain lifted*** The rain patterned dull, side the sill to remind the chill to rise '......

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...Freshet Levees surrender Overflowing; ambushing; destroying ~ Overwhelmed, teardrops augment the Deluge......

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