Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
for Luann
The stump of the locust tree roared
When its body fell away from it
In the April wind before the land
Clocked its beat into her, the roar
Evident in the toothy spears of bark
Stalagmited from its edge, the hollow
Of age rifled by coon, snake and beetle. Continue reading “The Place Where We Used to Play”
I wanted to uphold the sky
With a bit of twig fallen from a dogwood tree
Or to puncture the soul of the season
With my standing still. Not everything
Is about motion. Not everything is about motion.
Not everything is about motion. Stop. Continue reading “6 Ways of Thinking About Wednesday”
The blue heron flew in with a signal,
Landed on the other side of the river,
And strutted to a place near a wet stump.
He signaled again, claiming this part
Of the waters, this part of the shore, Continue reading “Big Elk River”
Date: 2012-10-03, 9:04AM CDT
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What daily dose shall I have this morning?
The pain reliever that will ease the curlicued
Circuitous life, the shock of an ennui wait Continue reading “Craig’s List Poem #5”
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Between the dams, I get off my bicycle
At the orange splotches alongside the road.
Their fruit print pattern an indication of this . . .
It is autumn and time to taste the smoky
Sweet juice, the fruit darkened almost to brown
And hard to get at, the seeds so large, Continue reading “Persimmons”
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