More clouds and sky from a fellow Ohioan. From Beltway Poetry Quarterly, http://washingtonart.com/beltway/plumly.html. More on Plumly at: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/stanley-plumly
from Constable’s Clouds for Keats / by Stanley Plumly
And you write them down in oils because of their
brilliance, and to remember, in its turn, each one.
Yes, it’s from Bright Wings.
from Rara Avis / by Brendan Constantine
When interviewed, the bird watchers gave
quick, birdlike answers.
This is a sweet poem I found in Poetry 180. I sort of expected it to turn dark, but, it stayed sweet to the end.
from God Says Yes to Me / by Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
One for Dr. Pinsky. I remember this one from undergrad or graduate school.
from The Want Bone / by Robert Pinsky
The beach scrubbed and etched and pickled it clean.
But O I love you it sings, my little my country
My food my parent my child I want you my own
My flower my fin my life my lightness my O.
And, birthdays remind me of this one by former Poet Laureate, Billy Collins.
from On Turning Ten / by Billy Collins
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
And, Psyche of Stallings…
from After a Greek Proverb / by A.E. Stallings
Twelve years now and we’re still eating off the ordinary:
We left our wedding china behind, afraid that it might crack.
We’re here for the time being, we answer to the query,
But nothing is more permanent than the temporary.
Poetry and math, kindred spirits. And, mountains.
from Imaginary Number / by Vijay Seshadri
Yes, it’s still March. But, poems about writing poems always have a place in my heart.
from May Day / by Phillis Levin
Let it go as it will to the place
It will go without saying: a wall
Against which a body was pressed
For no good reason, other than this.
from Rainbird / by Michele Pizarro Harman
Remembered, the glass, its contents, and the rain to write it while people, one by one, continue to steal away like birds.
from Snowflake Voodoo / by Kara Dorris
& when the snow speaks, she realizes no one listens
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