Long Swaddle Poems

Date:      August   2051

The 3rd of August  2 morning time.
Holly had labor signals. Her and 
Molly's accommodations were now adjacent. She buzzed the com. Nobody
Answered. She struggled to...

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Poems about Poets VII

Gallant Knight
by Michael R. Burch

for Alfred Dorn and Anita Dorn

Till you rest with your beautiful Anita,
rouse yourself, Poet; rouse and write.
The world is not ready for your departure,
Gallant Knight.

Teach us to sing...

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(A dramatised imagination from the Bethlehem Inn - https://vimeo.com/657939760 )


OY! ! 

Who is this, 
will not let me lie and have my rest? 
Must I rouse and don again my robe, 
arrange myself, 
and comb...

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A spider spun a silver web 
in a mound of golden straw, 
Then he hid himself inside the stack, 
away from the wind so raw. 

He yelled down to the sheep below 
Who were trying...

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More' n force gore
     and seven years ago
tha youngest daughter of
     Willian and Sylvia Zison
     found her beau
pea ping over a paperback
 ...

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Into Young Womanhood

this glorious role, sans
     helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
     fills thy being
     with joie...

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Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from a different umbilical mother

Notice the bloom of time,
come rain ...

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I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into...

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I fall a raindrop from stratus to stratum
birthed from clouds pregnant with thunder
a lion’s roar —a pride in the sky— fierce!
armed with lightning’s rip and slit
the scythe of claw and tooth finds its prey
knifing sunset’s...

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She wanted to go back
to the place that expelled her-
Octopode ink on a birth certificate.
Black smoke, not blue,
Dark smatter hid from view
Pale pink sunrise
Baby blue skies...

It rained the day she cried,
newborn, still womb warm.
Instinct to...

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where will i find her?
i will find her hiding
inside a triangle
humming, bent over
and sewed into
my many great grandmother's
signature
buried, saved
for the hungriest of winters

like a swan passing
white with long leaps
shapeless spirit
who keeps
herded colors
locked inside her
bone tooth...

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Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in disrepair I need to find you 
with fingers outstretched I...

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You chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard
a place you never go
and there she trembles  a tiny tiger in a blurred world 
secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs 

faint mews draw you...

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we did not Dye in vain!
 
from “songs of the sea snails”
 
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in...

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I, alone, cognizant and coherent
Yet frail and new am I
Many times the size when first was here
Reborn into this unlucky surprise 
No mother to swaddle with affectionate kiss 
No father with pride holding me up...

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This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger....

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Is there anything left to say at all. 
Windows open shutters drawn I swear I'm not lying to you. 
Breakfast is ready downstairs. 
I sprinkled the slightest bit of sugar onto your oats. 
Does that...

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It is only in sleep, that I unleash my soul
Released in my dreams, where no one can know
Tumbling upward, note by note
A midnight song that is written for him 
Into the dim of my reverie's...

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Aug 28th 

The sky is clear for far

My pants are old navy and have visible holes 

A lady with a smiley face umbrella enters and a man removes his cap

 

Only to replace it

 

The...

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It is only in sleep, that I unleash my fears
Released in my dreams, where no one can hear
Tumbling upward, note by note
Into the dark of a quiet room 
And only the night can measure the...

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It’s raining leaves and acorns
Contrast of sound
Silent shapes and colors drifting
Meanwhile the nuts
Shelling my roof, my deck, the air

Autumn whispers and flails her arms
No doubt now she’s arrived
She’s arrived in brisk fashion today
She’s armed and...

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When life dominated and things turned wrong,
Conditions bittered and when life pinched,
When I was hit hard by far gone situations,
And conspiracies tumbled down my life,
When life pierced with all its might,
When the loved ones neglected,
When...

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If I were the compassionless sort
without regard for flowing sanctity,
and if hunger more dire than thirst
rocked through me with stings true,
I would think of babies as morsels
of puffy flesh more succulent than
the sinewy knots riddled...

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Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered  energetic edge to species human,
and amazing...

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Autumn Yawns

Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days
Eventide wrapped in golden umber tones
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Sunset sundrops sweet serenades intone.

Twilight dozes ‘neath the harvest’s birthstone
Autumn savors new frost in early dusk
Scarlet...

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