Insubstantial Poems - Poems about Insubstantial

...These are English translations of Spanish poems by Pablo Neruda. Religión en el Este (“Religion in the East”) by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch for Tom Merrill I realized in......

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...Let's wax poetic - wax on.. We’re in for it When we enter the insubstantial country of love That secret theater, in an invisible mansion of moods it’s a resort that houses its share of......

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... I cannot fathom eternity. So I wash the dishes from dinner. I cannot comprehend the vastness of the universe and galaxies. So, I read another story to my child. I catch glimpses of how in......

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...On drear and endless nights when the thunder in my head is louder than the thunder beyond my window and sleep denies me rest, I have to wash my eyes several times, for her face imprints itself ......

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...Time has buried itself too deep, it forces eras to push tall mountains around yet more towering stacks. The dung beetle is enslaved by an unwavering purpose and labor. A feverish Sisyphus twi......

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...("Mind's Eye", 2017, original encaustic) Mind’s Eye Within the crystal palace of mind’s eye what is small is large and large is small; no distance separates objects, nor time moment......

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...Beautiful is the poet's carriage, my love, That can be heard passing among us. But, Lord, what a long journey it has made, How pale and weary the poet seems to be! And what happens, poet, in heav......

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...A slow swim through clouds of consciousness. My wife said I had lost a day, but I was timeless, though as my mind moved, so did the world, I travelled by ever clearing thoughts, over distant ski......

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...Slow flakes, Shaken from a starry sky, Floating through the air Like tiny fragile ghosts, Settling on black branches Glistening with spectral frost. The great silence of falling snow. Each......

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...I love spending nights on the lake. Once the oven-like sun disappears, things get suddenly quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs and the soft lapping of the lake on the......

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... Broken Beauty By Mark D. Stucky Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell, a rapid, pretty paint job on an insubstantial surface, that alluringly promises much but never sati......

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...Why is pleasure measured in moments, while work is measured in weeks or years? Pleasures are like insubstantial fictions, sweet treats gone in the tasting or perhaps flowers, that once cut, with......

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...without the insignificant ~ there'd never be a significance without the insubstantial ~ there'd never be anything of substance without you me and our puny atoms ~ this cosmos would not b......

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...Incineration; it is his living wish. The urn will be a plain oblong box, He will be boxed. The wooden package will be sent as only a temporary accommodation, not a place of rest or......

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...Will we still have a skin to jump out of when we are flesh no more? Will we skinny-dip inside a thimble? Will Summer rain still softly kiss? Will there be Harley’s, plasma shotguns? Will mos......

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