For the trees, from his book, The Carrier of Ladders (1967). More on Merwin here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/w-s-merwin
from In the Time of the Blossoms / by W.S. Merwin
all over you leaf skeletons
fine as sparrow bones
21st Century American Poetry
DPF / Rasmussen
Another rain poem to stand in for a rain dance. We need rain! From his book, Black Aperture (2013).
from Monet as a Verb / by Matt Rasmussen
The raindrop
that splatters
on a blade
of grass is
no more
DPF / Spacks
Any day is a good day for myth making. This one’s from Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama, 3rd Edition, ed. by XJ Kennedy (1983). More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/barry-spacks
from Teaching the Penguins to Fly / by Barry Spacks (1931-2014)
it’s nothing like easy to start them moving;
she’ll leap and flap her arms to teach
the big idea
DPF / Smith
From the new APR, July/August 2014.
https://www.aprweb.org/
from Samsara / by Charlie Smith b. 1947
a man of Africa,
traveled ages to sit before the #2 Concerto in A Minor. In my dream,
cabbage roses
DPF / Martin
I like this title. What is this world? It is. This one’s from Thrush Poetry Journal: an anthology of the first two years, ed. by Helen Vitoria. Thrush Press is here, and then there’s a brief bio:
http://www.thrushpress.com/
http://www.pw.org/content/mg_martin
from it is / by M.G. Martin
it is inside the return of a sorrow only known on an ocean floor.
DPF / Kingsley
An oceany-y one, from the ABZ First Book Poetry Prize 2013, winner: Traceries. More here and here:
http://www.amethystarsenic.com/issues/4-1/jean-a-kingsley.php
http://abzpress.sharepoint.com/Pages/2013PoetryPrizeWinner.aspx
from Private Chambers / by Jean A. Kingsley
like the grand armada of gallied whales
who spiral in toward the middle
creating a sleek on the ocean’s surface
DPF / Peacock
For miracles. This one’s from the book, Villanelles, ed. by Annie Finch and Marie-Elizabeth Mali. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/molly-peacock
from Little Miracle / by Molly Peacock b. 1949
No use getting hysterical.
The important part is: we’re here.
Our lives are a little miracle.
DPF / Lawless
This one’s for hope. I have done this before, too. More here & here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/inspire-hope
http://amylawless.blogspot.com/
from Inspire Hope / by Amy Lawless
it is crucial to stack fifty pounds of books on the left-hand side of my bed
DPF / Squillante
A bird day. This one is lovely Thrush Press Broadside 17, a broadside I recently received in the mail.
http://www.thrushpress.com/our-broadsides.html
http://allthingsedible.wordpress.com/
from Flight / by Sheila Squillante
bright feathers shoulder past the window
you watch them
fluster
DPF / Wier
Another funeral day. Today, a best friend long disconnected and the 10-year-old-part-sheepdog dog he left behind. And so, we welcome Daisy into our home and hope she finds some peace and comfort here among old friends, new children, all new to her.
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/who-god-so-asked-our-dog
from “Who is God? So Asked Our Dog” / by Dara Wier b. 1949
How many seasons are there?
Where was God born?
How many stars?
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