‘Unrest On the Floodplain’: A Poem by Bhikkhu Nyanasobhano
Unrest On the Floodplain The rain commenced in darkness, flung upon These acres as the heavens thumped and crashed. ...
Unrest On the Floodplain The rain commenced in darkness, flung upon These acres as the heavens thumped and crashed. ...
Solitude Bright Venus, crescent moon, faint pearl-gray sky obscurely light the scene. A giant dolmen prostrate, astride huge boulders: ...
The Passing Place me not in a bed at my dying; _I'd rather a bench by the sea Or a ...
Allegrezza In the harbor, the masts tilt left and right like metronomes conducting waltzes made of wind and wave, ...
The Reveal of the Rocks The August days of summer weighed in full Upon us, green and heavy with ...
Ballad of the Sequoia _Six hundred years ago, My seed was planted in the ground, _A life so full ...
Birdsong If I might for a moment go all soft And corny; hold in humble hands aloft A simple ...
Vernal Clinic To regular observers, spring had never seemed So jarringly abnormal as it did this year. Its bright ...
The Second Rain A grandly booming, flashing shower Comes flying in and promptly starts To soak the neighborhood an ...
Among the Redwoods by Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887) FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement ...
The Dryads The day we found the hoof-prints in the soil And felt the breath of dark, indolic heat, ...
The Eagle He flies... so quickly, cutting the air’s depth with tawny wings, the messenger of Zeus—the eagle—bold, his ...
Mothiavelli I’m thirsty for the fever of her kiss--- The neon sear---the lethal lick she brings. I burn to ...
The Cottage on the Ridge The gray mist lingers in the wooded vale And drifts across the piney hills ...
The Heart of the Wood At the edge of the wood it is green, With the leaves all aglow ...
To May, the Prince of Months by Eustache Deschamps (1346–1406), translated from French by Margaret Coats Noble month, father ...
Mosi-oa-Tunya Mosi-oa-Tunya is ‘The Thunderous Smoke’; twixt Zambia and Zimbabwe it sits; Doc Livingstone, that missionary bloke observed its ...
The Waters _'Tis more than oceanic seas ___That bring me Wonder. I have tasted spray from New York's waterfall, ...
tin basin at night moonlight quivers on the wash hands wait in the dark ~~~ soft belly of spring gold-threaded…
Joe is right. As it stands, the sentence is run-on.
Exquisite diction, superb control of meter, and a resonant theme. Who could ask for more?
Well James, how about "No degree," "Go with me." "Though it be," "Sow a pea," or, best of all, "Gaucherie."
Enjoyed this one and looking forward to reading even more content JG!
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