Poems About Poems

Can you write poems about poems? Of course you can. Here are two poems I wrote long ago.

                                                            This Poem

                                                This poem is hypnotic.

                                                Watch these words.

                                                Your eyes are getting heavy.

                                                You are getting sleepy.

                                                You are beginning to feel at peace

                                                with yourself.

                                                Now your thoughts are a child’s.

                                                Now you are inanimate,

                                                a leaf on an iron wind.

                                                Now you are the first thought

                                                you ever had

                                                closing like a bud in snow.

                                                Now I am this poem,

                                                each word a reflection

                                                in your eye.

                                                You are my reader

                                                getting sleepy

                                                beginning to feel at peace

                                                with yourself.

                                                Ready to join me

                                                in my poem.                          

                                   

                              If God Were An Imagist Poem

                                                so much would depend

                                                upon

                                                a red god

                                                barrow

                                                glazed with heaven

                                                water

                                                beside the milky

                                                way.

--With profound appreciation to William Carlos Williams’ famous imagist poem “The Red Wheelbarrow”, presented below.

                             The Red Wheelbarrow

         

                                    so much depends

                                                upon

                                                a red wheel

                                                barrow

                                                glazed with rain

                                                water

                                                beside the white

                                                chickens.

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