POEMS ABOUT POETRY: “THE LIGHTEST TOUCH”

“The lightest touch” Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, steeling you for revelation. In the silence that follows a great line, you can feel…

POEMS: “Sometimes” (coping with worries, from an older post)

“Sometimes”  Sometimes when things turn upside down And inside out and look dark brown, I rush outdoors and gaze into The topless sky’s eternal blue, So calm and cool, so still and deep, With soft contented clouds like sheep. I shade my eyes and stare and stare, Then go back in the house, and there,…