Shapelessness Poems - Poems about Shapelessness

...Unrealities and realities grind together in mortar’s mouth, spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes— succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper, musks of bruised lightning, threshing thunderou......

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...Having studied science as a subject I can say, Water goes much the container way. Dew drop-shape, tumbler-shape, pitcher-shape, Well-shape, stream-shape, river-shape, ocean-shape… The shape of w......

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... The moon and the stars bide their time Mute mimics in Mother Nature's mime The sun shines brighter as they watch Hoping their light will go up a notch The woods look inviting, shaded a......

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...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 ......

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...Sonnets XVII-XXIV Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows......

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...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......

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...No Mark by Michael R. Burch A wave implodes, impaled upon impassive rocks... this evening the thunder of the sea is a wild music filling my ear... you are leaving and the ungrieving ......

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...The Forge by Michael R. Burch To at last be indestructible, a poem must first glow, almost flammable, upon a thing inert, as gray, as dull as stone, then bend this way and that, and slowly ......

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...Imprison the blaze for unlearning the ghost of our light to bow down before an interim simulacrum of the sham. You said, that the colours are so hurting; that this soundless shapelessness ......

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...I am a wood carver by instinct and intuition; I am not a wood carver by trade or profession. I carve the likenesses of things into something whole, Into the shapeless wood, I carve the essence of ......

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...SILHOUETTE OF NIGHT Skulking in the fleeting light as if mocking shapelessness blended colors, mottled grey, coyly dance on dew wet streets. Silently dread’s shivers raise, dark against a f......

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...5. The In-Between There, in the In-Between, No trumpets sound No beings clad in gold celestial fire Arrive as guid......

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