Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Poetry Wednesday

Blue Drop-off (I Am Watching)

I could wait
all night
by the level edge
the drop-off of the blue world

I do not know what comes after

everything that ripples
running suddenly smooth

to water without ships
a body that has suffered no touch
carried nothing

no offering
sound of milk over shale
no place to gather

but a revolving light
a sign I have not seen and will see again
I am watching

Annnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Tree and Sky
by William Carlos Williams

the bare brush of
the half-broken
and already-written-of
tree alone
on its battered

among the shufflings
of the distant
the unmoving

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