Archive for the ‘poem walking’ Category

wet brushes
open palms
walking beside reveals grey to grey
eyes drinking rain, one answer to thirst
color undresses, a falling cloud
robin’s egg blue, witness feathers
above canvas line-of-sight, on my cheek
standing in glass, water
dried paint becomes memory
laying down, here’s one stain
legs measure first day fog
begin to swim,
although you’d think, uphill
how do the handles lean?
toward, or away from you

bristles splayed arms wide
neil reid © 2014 january


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a storm about four in the morning
indivisible from the shell of our sleeping house.
picasso windows shy to reveal their version
of night rain’s residue.
invisible hooves finding roof.  imagination
swaying neighbor trees.
my slight ears witness from a universe
far, dry, motionless, sheltered within.
one desire craves tea, blind.
waits the threshold, forgotten,

neil reid © 2014 january
I suppose. has it been a million years?, so gotta make a new category, “bad poems”, just for me. and the horse is about how high did you say? but it would have been 100 this year if William Stafford was yet with us here. worth remembering. worth even writing bad poems, so here. ~neil

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