I did not fly
Scimitar
Arthur Sze
#Poetry #ArthurSze #Scimitar #Magpie #Doves #Venus #Moon #Indigo
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/1740109/scimitar
A magpie squawks at the top of a blue spruce, while white-winged doves coo back and forth across the orchard. Today I did not hike into a rainforest and forage for a glowing neon-green mushroom; I did not fly to New Guinea to catch birdwing butterflies; instead I hiked a trail across patches…
Pulled the book of my shelf for one of my favorites #katrintheresareading #Arthursze #poetry
“The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars. I have no special theory of radiance,
but after rain evaporates
off pine needles, the needles glisten.”
“The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.
I have no theory of radiance,
but after rain evaporates
off pine needles, the needles glisten.”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/160592/at-the-equinox
stand in morning starlight and inhabit a song
Midsummer
Arthur Sze
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/159819/midsummer-63fcf247b314e
You glimpsed their faces
Forage
Arthur Sze
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/159818/forage
Each second, a river edged
with ice shifts course. Last summer’s
exposed tractor tire is nearly buried
under silt. An owl lifts from a poplar,
while the moon, no, the human mind
moves from brightest bright to darkest dark.
After a New Moon
by Arthur Sze
Andrew Shields
katrintheresa
Laura Esckelson