Blogs Posts in Poem of the Day category; 292 blog posts

The Christening

I am a sperm whale. I carry up to 2.5 tonnes of an oil-like balm in my huge, coffin-shaped head. I have a brain the size of a basketball, and on that basis alone am entitled to my opinions. I am a sperm whale. When I breathe in, the f [...]

Posted On : Aug, 15 2011 | Comments : 0

Dead Brother Superhero

You don't have to be afraid anymore His super-outfit is made from handfuls of oil and garbage blood and pinned together by stars Flying around the room like a mosquito Drinking all the [...]

Posted On : Aug, 14 2011 | Comments : 0

Welcoming Party

Is this what I've been traveling toward dodging rocks and reefs at funereal speed? I see no dish of milk, no welcoming lips just this beach—palms outstretched—and the abyss of all I've missed, winking from every be [...]

Posted On : Aug, 13 2011 | Comments : 0

Leaving St Kilda

Clouds stream over the edge of Mullach Mòr, pouring into the valley as we sail against the sun from Village Bay, rounding the Point, and the Point of the Water, north under Oiseval and the Hill of t [...]

Posted On : Aug, 12 2011 | Comments : 0

Y

Perhaps it's a thread that needs to be pulled, a single stitch caught in the crux. Whole word in French and Spanish, vertical axis of Cartesian three loaning its fragile branch to a boy in theory. On y va. Let's go There. [...]

Posted On : Aug, 11 2011 | Comments : 0

Delphinium

You see they are not silent Like a row of windows at twilight Or a circle of charred wood, stones You see like dreams they are private No matter the traffic the descriptions Though iridescent between hedge and pine Upright in [...]

Posted On : Aug, 10 2011 | Comments : 0

The End of It

I have foresworn desire. I am become as a stink bug. Yea verily I am a roly poly. No more for me the hanky panky. I neither lick nor moan. I neither swallow nor spit. I'm through with all that. Moonlight on the ocean is as soa [...]

Posted On : Aug, 09 2011 | Comments : 0

This Morning

Oh, this life, the now, this morning, which I can turn into forever by simply loving what is here, is gone by noon.

Posted On : Aug, 08 2011 | Comments : 0

Only Something

Only something with no need— warped by element, loved into recession Only something with no mother, a boat on its water, afloat and nowhere could refuse the harbor Something with no vacancy, no hunger, cropping its ow [...]

Posted On : Aug, 06 2011 | Comments : 0

Sticks and Stones

When I was a child, I was afraid of my name. Tender, I was a shuddering tailfin: shark-bit and gray. In order to purge fear I'd recite my name until it sounded of helicopter blades or ghosts. Oliver, Oliver, Oliver soon morph [...]

Posted On : Aug, 05 2011 | Comments : 0

A Shaker Speaks to the Invisible

My box and broom are not finer than my faith; my prayers unmade are better than the slender seams of my clock. I know wood's moan and ring all day. I dream myself as a tambourine in hand. My friend, there is no morning lacking a tonic [...]

Posted On : Aug, 04 2011 | Comments : 0

The Bodies

It was during the famous hongerwinter—a time of dearth, enjoyed by all— that I first felt my heart go a-boom-bang-a-boom-bang-a-bang in a dune on the island of Texel, where I was hoping to take a new lease on life, my old o [...]

Posted On : Aug, 03 2011 | Comments : 0

Morning Edition

Garrulous mornings, dynamic departures from the take-off of night, mouths filled with words that snap like a parachute behind the fighter pilot landing on an aircraft carrier. Stop, I think you misheard that. I think it's an Eas [...]

Posted On : Aug, 02 2011 | Comments : 0

Basis

Things were simpler then, the early 1950s, and things which seemed too sad or difficult to say sometimes went unmentioned. Even formal documents like these in which we think to find absolute congruency journeyed from the truth [...]