Poems about coarse (31 Poems)
Death Of A Naturalist (Seamus Heaney Poem)
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods. Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun. Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles Wove a strong gauze of … Continue reading
Digging (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the … Continue reading
Le Manteau De Pascal (Jorie Graham Poem)
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. * It has a fine inner lining but it is as an exterior that you see it – a grace. … Continue reading
The Creation I (Khalil Gibran Poem)
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, “Drink not from this cup unless you forget … Continue reading
The Smooth Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The beach different not coarse sand of rocky outcroppings smooth stones glistening at the water’s edge Polished smooth contours not edges so much an expanse of curves and rolling exposed by the receding tide Remembering those moments walking down to … Continue reading
Sand – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
grit, coarse, slide under foot wet weight, dry blowing on breezes the edge of the tide October 28, 2009 and October 29, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
Lead Us Not Into Temptation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A grandfather’s perspective, worthy of reflection the world, so coarse, so raw, so dangerous So much more, human made hazards where do we fit, as parents, as the church In the breach, to save our children more important than others … Continue reading
Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism’s spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington’s monuments smooth of a baby’s skin, freshly powdered Soft of a ripe peach’s fuzz, feel the fruit underneath soft of a sheep’s wool, warm to the … Continue reading
Musings (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Touching your cool Bronze skin Coursing my fingers Like a reader of Braille, Silently in the dark In our sanctuary Behind locked door, Over friendly, familiar territory Picturing what other senses perceive Smooth and coarse, Muscle rippling under my hands, … Continue reading
A Beat in Concord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one window open to the moist air after the flooding I saw a character, a caricature, a man out of time … Continue reading