"chitters" poems
Lily pollens glow
rain of tears drops though it rained
petals glow
lily gleam and glow through it reverses time
night crickets chitter in joy
clock hand reverse twelve
midnight bell rings
willow leaves raddle like reindeer bells
pasture sound chitters and shallow
river flow down the stream fast
the wind made tree leaves raddle
so quick time stopped beneath my feet.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
When the wind strengthens from the sea -- and night
Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;
By the deserted paths, the vacant halls,
One may see figures, twisted shades and lean,
Like the mad shapes that crawl an Indian screen,
Or paunchy smears you find on prison walls.
Turn the **** gently! There's the Thumbless Man,
Still weaving glass and silk into a dream,
Although the wall shows through him -- and the Khan
Journeys Cathay beside a paper stream.
A Rabbit Woman chitters by the door --
-- Chilly the grave-smell comes from the turned sod --
Come -- lift the curtain -- and be cold before
The silence of the eight men who were God!
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THERE was a high majestic fooling
Day before yesterday in the yellow corn.
And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn
There will be high majestic fooling.
The ears ripen in late summer
And come on with a conquering laughter,
Come on with a high and conquering laughter.
The long-tailed blackbirds are hoarse.
One of the smaller blackbirds chitters on a stalk
And a spot of red is on its shoulder
And I never heard its name in my life.
Some of the ears are bursting.
A white juice works inside.
Cornsilk creeps in the end and dangles in the wind.
Always-I never knew it any other way-
The wind and the corn talk things over together.
And the rain and the corn and the sun and the corn
Talk things over together.
Over the road is the farmhouse.
The siding is white and a green blind is slung loose.
It will not be fixed till the corn is husked.
The farmer and his wife talk things over together.
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The body
rolls up in its silver coffin limousine
into the sun-baked empty lot between
the hardware store and the old clinic.
Tin pans glisten in the late August heat.
The crowd chitters amicably to itself
until at last someone lifts the lid
and eats.
Paper plates soak
in the back of a pickup truck
and sweet tea sweats through the long
Carolina afternoon.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
every single inch of my body tenses every time you open your mouth everything that escapes your lips is a song;
the soulless chitters of the crows,
the shifting silent of the waves,
the mumbling wind against the budding spring,
all the air that drips from your brain to your lips
is artwork in itself
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Someone's singing chills through your home
Whispers, chitters, cackles and chatters
Loved ones, old ones, one hundred beloved's
Strangers get stranger, stay longer, get stronger until they're gone.
Someone's yelling breaths from your walls
And it isn't you or me.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Blue Jay twitters and chipmunk chitters
Not unlike the grinding of teeth
I lay in my bed and I count in my head
All the ways woodland fauna decease
Then crow call made silent
That uproar so violent
Full seconds before sirens sound
So I am regretting for having forgetting
The valuable nature of sound
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC