Knothole Poems - Poems about Knothole

...Where is that tulip painter? Someone asked in a strange way. Someone said, “Think I saw him on the sky wind today. “ Yesterday he was crawling out of an oak tree’s knothole. He is a wise artist fo......

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...At my home, I shall grow two fragrant eucalyptus trees. To entice and taunt koala bear company if you please. A large knothole in the bark can house merry honey bees. I can almost hear the queen o......

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...like an old oak with a dried up knothole I stand in the wind, feeling her iciness now arthritis flares up in my roots when there is a wind chill Wind chill being the perfect word for it. like ......

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...Sparrow sneaks up on worm in wet grass Oak watches, tries not to smirk out knothole Spring is such a marvelous season for voyeurism Bright yellow daffodil leads the parade of flowers, Pushing ......

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...Ashes to Ashes Smoke rises in the distance. The boxcar rocks, rocks, rocks; stones are placed along the ties. Were they placed by Chance or left as gently as Kaddish. I lift my hands......

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...If I were a tree, I would be an oak. A laughing oak with dazzling shiny hair. My leaves would twinkle and spin and prance happily in the summer. I would watch over the squirrels with their chatteri......

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...A single ray shone light through a knothole and anchored his thoughts At daybreak for the spider-web’s shadow enlightened the beach hut Tim had lived in a mansion but hardship had unburdened hi......

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...The lovely Wisher Man and I found each other by the oak tree. I thought he was a brownie or petite elf, not there for me. You get three wishes, he said, for being nice today. I laughed at him, b......

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...Outside convenes a caucus of noisy crows, through my window I observe their convention, an impressive display but no one really knows their chaotic cacophonic intention. Landing on the lawn, a......

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...Vandyke oak tree, burgundy’s of Vandyke reds, browns and gold’s; painted canvas in the sky; a tower of crispy colors. When you shed for winter, your secrets are revealed. Each cu......

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...OLD TIME NEIGHBORHOOD (1934) Reborn a wrinkled old child Inhaling the smell of budget Walking those cracked skated-on sidewalks Old trees with grainy knothole eyes standing arm......

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...… scattered jazz, haunted gnarls of octupi-night staggering between semen-splinters of stars pain-fornicating in my collective gutter, my disheveled cells oozing your black and softer gold b......

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