Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 09/29/2010| 2 Comments »
The Ravens
Over the black corner at midday
The ravens rush with hard cry.
Their shadow streaks past the doe
And sometimes they are seen in sullen rest.
O how they disturb the brown silence
Of a field lying ecstatic with itself,
Like a woman ensnared by heavy intuition,
And sometimes one can hear their nagging
Around a carcass scented out somewhere,
And suddenly their flight bends northward
And disappears like a funeral procession
Into winds that tremble with lust.
-Georg Trakl
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, robert david williams, words, Write, Writer, writing on 09/15/2010| Leave a Comment »
the kitchen faucet
prattles on in dark,
and i think of the fallen nest
i found on the walk home…
(in my demi-sleep,
the dripping
takes the voice of a fledgling)
the chirping inserts itself,
replacing all notion
and
no plumber, no sparrow, no god,
i can do nothing to repair
the illusion or the certainty
(i toss,
on a bed too small for a man)
awash in reverie,
having never seen
the place i’d rather be…
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