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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мне каждый вечер зажигают свечи
- From ‘Arcades’ poem – John Milton poems
- Anniversaries
- The Metropolitan Tower by Sara Teasdale
- tears.html
- Reading Runes by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- Grace before and after Meat by Robert Burns
- The Dark Cavalier by Margaret Widdemer
- Олег Григорьев – Мазохисту на лавке
- A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood
- Омар Хайям – Друзей поменьше
- You Personify God’s Message by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Easter Egg Hunt by Roger Turner
- Михаил Кузмин – Утешение
- The Milk-Maid O’ The Farm by William Barnes
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).
