State of the Art Iv
...State of the Art (IV)
These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry.
Hearthside
by Michael R. Burch
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ...
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Categories:
somewhither, art, muse, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Southern Icarus
...Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch
Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace
you climb, skittish kite ...
What do you know of the world’s despair,
gli...
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Categories:
somewhither, adventure, america, angel, courage,
Form: Free verse
Icarus, Resurrected
...Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch
Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand
and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands
where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting
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Categories:
somewhither, desire, dream, fantasy, flying,
Form: Verse
Vacuum
...Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch
Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...
leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are...
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Categories:
somewhither, education, extended metaphor, farewell,
Form: Free verse
Currents
...Currents
by Michael R. Burch
How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the clapboard slap of tide,
the clockwork shock of w...
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Categories:
somewhither, assonance, extended metaphor, language,
Form: Verse
Finally To Burn: the Descent of Icarus
...Athena takes me
sometimes by both hands
and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands
where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting
and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting
and all I...
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Categories:
somewhither, solitude,
Form: Verse