Composition
by Peter Cooley
I have watched from this chair all afternoon
alone, while snow traces features of hills
I’d never noticed, watching the light fall,
get up, fall, pulling the dark after it.
No one is here. No one inhabits me
but my poem, images that stumble, rise
to take the air, refusing measure, lines
refusing breath.Tangible as angels.
The house is still, my wife& children gone
till dinner. No one. The quiet almosty breaks
it is so fine,this paper always blank
where I sit, shaking, shaking words like bells
in the company of strangers, myself.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Wit
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихи о Фоме
- There is a Candle in your Heart by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Channel Crossing by Sylvia Plath
- The Dead King by Rudyard Kipling
- The Children’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Forex Trading Strategies – Divining the Mysteries of Candlestick Charts and Patterns
- Style Ideas For Vests For Women
- Told by Philip Levine
- Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я сказал врачу: “Я за все плачу!”
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- A Father Out, An’ Mother Hwome by William Barnes
- Cromwell’s Return poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Current by Raymond Carver
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
