Poems on Elizabeth Bishop Seeking Honest Critique
#ElizabethBishop
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1604 reads
40 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 9:56am
27th Nov 2018 9:56am
fuel stop (filling station)
it was sitting on the state line
just a gas station with a grubby diner
overalls that could stand alone
the greeting of "aa won bee lonng"
I smothed my hair c'ause the hood was down
cheaked my look in the rear view mirr
his hands were manacured with oil
the thousand engines gears entrails
"hoodwy mam" said the missing teeth
and the ponytail so clogged with gease
my sun glasses I fold and put away
tosesterone can so betray
fuel needle on the red matched my blush
I pulled the hood and he cracked a smile ...
just a gas station with a grubby diner
overalls that could stand alone
the greeting of "aa won bee lonng"
I smothed my hair c'ause the hood was down
cheaked my look in the rear view mirr
his hands were manacured with oil
the thousand engines gears entrails
"hoodwy mam" said the missing teeth
and the ponytail so clogged with gease
my sun glasses I fold and put away
tosesterone can so betray
fuel needle on the red matched my blush
I pulled the hood and he cracked a smile ...
#ForbiddenLove
#ElizabethBishop
612 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Nov 2018 8:16pm
10th Nov 2018 8:16pm
A Miracle for Breakfast ( Sestina, After Elizabeth Bishop )
The pot-belly stove was sultry with warmth
its iron-embered eyes dissipating
as we dressed in our old country kitchen
bleakly confined on that cold winter morn;
our stomachs rumbled as gangs from dire lack
our fieriness made frigid by icy drafts
Sly wooden cracks coerced the drafts
seducing the last of our warmth;
bare cupboards creaked with bitter lack
their miserly contents dissipating;
hope worked despite that wintry morn
miracles in our old country kitchen
We scoured that desolate country kitchen
for...
its iron-embered eyes dissipating
as we dressed in our old country kitchen
bleakly confined on that cold winter morn;
our stomachs rumbled as gangs from dire lack
our fieriness made frigid by icy drafts
Sly wooden cracks coerced the drafts
seducing the last of our warmth;
bare cupboards creaked with bitter lack
their miserly contents dissipating;
hope worked despite that wintry morn
miracles in our old country kitchen
We scoured that desolate country kitchen
for...
#winter
#humankind
#WritingPoetry #ElizabethBishop
#WritingPoetry #ElizabethBishop
1123 reads
15 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
Villanelle Nr.12 — The Sacred Art Of Losing Well
Your villanelle intrigues him from the start
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
939 reads
14 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2018 11:37pm
3rd Nov 2018 11:37pm
A Cold Spring (After Elizabeth Bishop )
Alabaster bones reflect
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
#animals
#spring
#nature
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
1282 reads
13 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 1:46pm
1st Nov 2018 1:46pm
Filling Station ( After Elizabeth Bishop )
Oil-ladened landscape
atop a filthy plot of concrete -
its native inhabitants
connoisseurs of grease;
their laborious toil rotates
lubricating worldly wheels
of cadillac sevilles and corvettes
You sought, found life beyond globular
molds of oil saturating cracks
across a dirty reality check;
Texas crude bubbling up, black gold --
except for the blue collar coveralls
stained with its blood
...
atop a filthy plot of concrete -
its native inhabitants
connoisseurs of grease;
their laborious toil rotates
lubricating worldly wheels
of cadillac sevilles and corvettes
You sought, found life beyond globular
molds of oil saturating cracks
across a dirty reality check;
Texas crude bubbling up, black gold --
except for the blue collar coveralls
stained with its blood
...
#identity
#beauty
#inspirational
#cars
#ElizabethBishop
1025 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Oct 2018 10:12pm
29th Oct 2018 10:12pm
At The Fish Houses ( After Elizabeth Bishop )
Necessity in death and dying;
its cold nature a hardened breast
of rocks nursing the evolution
of time and time gone by
Come the coastline in season
burning its way through glassy sand
shattered shards of granules
sinking beneath its watery breath
You remembered your mother
that Nova Scotian ice-rattle of lungs;
their spindly pinnacles dissolving
under arthritic air brittle with bone
You sit, serenading a seal
its interest lacking in...
its cold nature a hardened breast
of rocks nursing the evolution
of time and time gone by
Come the coastline in season
burning its way through glassy sand
shattered shards of granules
sinking beneath its watery breath
You remembered your mother
that Nova Scotian ice-rattle of lungs;
their spindly pinnacles dissolving
under arthritic air brittle with bone
You sit, serenading a seal
its interest lacking in...
#sea
#nature
#fish
#LifeAsAWriter
#ElizabethBishop
907 reads
19 Comments
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