What I Love
Bones
singing over them,
dancing
when they are on the forest floor.
Imah
the light of her eyes
the lightening of her voice
she has taught me
to be strong
but in Abba’s presence
she is quiet,
but he is a wolf.
I love the wolf
the way he cares for his family
his hands are large as leaves
and their shadows.
I love the drum, the whistle, the cry
archaeology,
where is his fossil from?
Jamil
I love Jamil,
I gave to him
before he requested it
and would gladly give again.
I would kill him with such cherishing.
His bones
beautiful
like a bird’s
ready to fly.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Banyan Tree by Rabindranath Tagore
- Аля Кудряшева – И если Богу нужны гимнасты
- To a Friend poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The High Road In Winter poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot
- ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE by Robert Herrick
- Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
- let’s love the lawn by Raj Arumugam
- Missing Person by Vinita Agrawal
- Point Shirley by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Brownhill Inn:
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
- Pejar Creek by Mary Gilmore
- from The Cave of Making by W H Auden
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).
