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Chord by W. S. Merwin (again) While Keats wrote they were cutting down the sandalwood forests while he listened to the nightingale they heard their own axes echoing through the ...

The Queen of Cups (not a Nonet) The Queen of Cups has been mummified, wrapped in scraps of linens, propped on the throne, cup in hand. A river runs at ...

Entomophile - a Nonet Insects are made of gems that distill from raindrops that linger on twigs. They’re roses, bloomed from eggs. Wings, soft-petaled, fold under a hard, external skeleton, ...

(Is this way more than one poem in a week? Yes. Do I overmuch care? Not really: it's NaPo baby!) After the Alphabets by W.S. Merwin I am trying to ...

The Skylight by Seamus Heaney You were the one for skylights. I opposed Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed, Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof ...

XIII: Death Death comes first, before anything lives. But from that nothingness came somethingness-- or so we have been told. Death rides upon his pale horse (always the traditionalist) while ...

Messy I haven't cleaned this room in weeks and the dirty clothes on the floor are mountaining. My bathrobe drips down the side of my couch the huge empty cardboard ...

Flash Blind When there is a shine that drills from its reflected surface deep into my cornea and I have to blink away, eyes watering, photo-bleached, ghost lights floating, I ...

@ZeroYo Hi, my name is Charity and I'll take those points ;) I don't feel like reviewing anyway, but I have a lot of amazing poems I want to post. ...

Hiiii I'm also new! I just joined like 5 other writing sites so idk if I'll be sticking around here or not. But I'm fortis, I just came over here ...

Distance is Love Today I watched two seagulls, sitting on separate lamp posts; thirty crows crowding the top of a pine; and some guy trying to walk his dog and ...

No Rules, just right; NaPo. that's right, I'm starting before April and no one can stop me. God Sleeps Under an Empty Mountain Not because it is comfortable, but because ...

It's time for this circus again, huh? 2019 2018 2017 2016 2015 2014

From Blossoms By Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs ...

Marge Piercy, “Attack of the Squash People" "And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic god and eat ...