Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Collection of my best poems, the twenty-six in the Replies below, in an order right for a book. Suns / Steads / Lifehold / Placement / Shadow-Wing / Is Love / Island / Would Be / Each Reach / His Day / Still One / Secret Wreath / We of Love / Stream / The Castle / Brushes / Dream to Sleep / More / Matters / Carriage / After all / So / Landers / That It Had Been / The Song / Yes / Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Suns Setting suns, sleek glides of time. Stilling hands enfolding night. Rising hearing songs for suns. Minding writing light to light. Telling suns won, dwelling time. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Steads The children singing in the cherry tree together moment time, together carry down old steads of birth and toil and dreams. The children chiseling facing to stones, steeling wills, honing skills, walk cities million-fold old steads of birth and toil and dreams. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Lifehold No council, no say. All earth turn, night trail day. Unceasing sea tease land away to watery deep stage lay, dark for none. Bit ties bit, string twists string, winding time into spring. Like by like, life-clock sets, tracing past for future nets. Lights slip, waters slip slight chambers live-green for green, for green. Green-thrive, alive, earth stake, break, take; place in own pace, own bound, own round. Light-full green-sleep, keep in watchless waves of green live, green gone, dreamless. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun The Laws of Biology 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Placement Lush, sheenuous pluming-greens slip peeks of the milk-limpid moon to him, and delirious lofty fan-flares wreck quakes of tensile steel-lance cries to him. A stone stardop soft-sprays a whiff-frail light, flushing his chest. He sweeps touchless drift-shades, and flash-streaks a glancing crester, sailing breath-brimmed space, splitting, splash-sparkling on a wind-spilled pool of silver rock. Fan-flares fly to open sky. Swirl-leaves flow, flicker and toss, and whispers cease on fluffs of moss. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Shadow-Wing Clearing to sky, breathing to fly, slowing to my standing still by shadow-wing why. Felling the lie, timbers supply, framing new try, smiling our sky. Perching so sly, cooing soft by, listening my saying apply. Setting each tie, searching each sigh, hushing each cry, eaching our why, reaching our sky. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Is Love As thunderheads to thunder, as starling sky to wonder, as swaying trees hold under, as howling wind, up-ender, as surrender, as splendor, is love. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun dream_weaver 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Island Orbits back, forty-nine, marching, tuned true upon that shore, pulling through, through that cooling water under that breezing blazing blue. Sun-burning young lovers, stepping those dunes, under desire, baring on high sands, only we under that sky, beside that sea. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Would Be Would be the rise to wonder, this click-shut night. To those trains’ risen rumbles, this silk tie tight. Would be to traction motor, copper, shellac. To axles’ bright ten-thousandths, castings in stack. Would be for tons two hundred, high cranes glide free. To locomotive thunder, we who would be. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Each Reach Each reach, root, clasp, or grasp, all flights, all calls, all nests, all pulsing blood, all valves, all meters and accounts, bows of gifts, ties of love, treasures of loveliness in being and thinking, in rainbows and forest, in commerce and the peace— Each problem and harvest, lay and planting for each breath and cry and suckle, struggle, rest, and struggle to grasp and say and make— are only of life, life gyring round, rambling to life wide-waked to wide world and to itself with you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 His Day Here on stone, sound his days in waves, lie his love in blooms, these peonies his Junes. There at far, chime his time in hues, mount his reds and blues, cross this lake, his last grace. Here on stone, washed in waves of tears, firmed for steps, no fears, full blaze, my clockwork days. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Still One Only it, other it is. Given it is and taken. Other it is in token. Spoken it is, other is. Round itself sailing itself, taking, making its token, breath-sail flies and dies, broken. Rounding ruin, round sails itself. In, still one, out, rushing roar, kill after kill, still is still. Touch and word, still ever will. One, still one. For say, sail, oar. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Secret Wreath Well before dawn, passing homes deep-still, peaceful in warm sleep. You on to run under cold stars, quarter-mile track, steady-pound round coming day-life, infinity. KyaryPamyu 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 We of Love Stand in deep winter my night to glassed light, his spring to door, his smile, his bright, his bring inside to our words and eyes into our worlds and ways, and to our yes. Unfold the bloom night to day, room by room, on the floors, in falls or joys, on our shores, wave by wave, year on year, we of we of love. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Stream Only this racing stream insisting, existing its bed, course, and cargo, its downward and inward, its wide, wide tomorrow, its lastly vast salt sea and this bright smiling we. dream_weaver 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 The Castle Outside the still castle in daylight not passing, he has his knowing birds cooing the only thing: that died, I come to him with my other my love. Smiles knowing in silence, we go into the castle. Was it not the reverse? Was it not he to we, with our birds, our foxes? Were his shadow on us in daylight passing each, serene in each silence? Was it not he coming to this stillness, the castle? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 (edited) Brushes On to on, the still-wash of moon shadows the night, softly brushes. On to on, earth turn its seasons, the take-make-holds of roots, of minds. On to on, life rushes, stilling in the wash, brush, soft of the moon. Edited April 16, 2022 by Boydstun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Dream to Sleep Under watch, set of lock, beat keeps, lets deep away into star fields below the winding, binding world, herely, nowly unmoored. Rose spotted serene, yet aside, unseen but by me in sparkling crystal-lighted crowded room, I seek you, hurry out the streets up to light rail empty far you more, losing our mission, our buoy in the sea. Shored onto burning Sunday sand, you cross-sit seeing me walking to your eyes in deliciousness of me, my form you know you how you can you do. Rocked ever to all days, we walk out our door to the parade of loves. Not taken all wishes, chambered, full hair blond, winded with sheers onto satin bare she shines desire, forgone, ungrown. For him found, our rock, our flowers, hours, our hands let now release to work, create, now to day break. On round whirl round to ground, red drop jewel green blade, last sun red this last sky, sink under weak watch, loose lock, last beats, back to rolling boy in joy of grass and air evening over ever. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 More It might be less one hoped and more. Fleshed out, timed out, all-run life-ball. Rain to soil, swell to stream, deep-fall whiffs of evers before our days of open ways with form, with clays handed new, fired in, for, our rays. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Matters Human is desire to be, living be, me awash we seekers of earth, sea, and sun. Our breath and touch, our say yes to life. Not in frameless-space way, not we purely living chambers. Whirl of mind is life in life. Life is home, whole plane for strife, all place of makes and loves, all worth. Exist that is out we, in we live, we with minds of world ours to give we makers and embracers. Nothing at all seen or breathed, not a whit. Then none could see, nothing be wreathed. No matter to mind, no mind to live. No matter touched nor intoned, no mind is launched. No inner shores, oars, seas. Life from earth, sea, and sun pressed into life mattered to run for kind, for one. Running to run. Man, woman, run the shoring sand. Mattered thought, stars filling hand, weaving passage, turning situation, tracing all. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Carriage The strings of the harp return to silence. Gone voices echo through living chambers. Gone brows again rise, gone but for your love. Mind-crossed strides new-bless your priceless carriage. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 After all the you or me and we are stop, still, done, away: all rush the world old play, their rise, breathe, love their be, their arms, words, eyes hold dawn, race noon, bold burn their turn: all rush the world old play, their rise, breathe, love their be. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 So So belong, so keep the night song your deep tourings rise to new stays of day’s bright view. So belong, so be in me in world we tuners, scalers of time, we bringers, love. So belong, so last our one, our days passed to they further sights, they new we, new lights. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 Landers Say-share these woods, their winds, their nettles and settles, their glisten, our listen. Hand-share this bentwood cane, its replacing bracing, its fitting our bidding. Step-share these boots of we woods walkers and talkers, cane handers, world landers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boydstun Posted April 16, 2022 Author Report Share Posted April 16, 2022 That It Had Been You had gone away to yourself and thought thank you I had been with you, your story, that all the story had been. That trees had been, the world its whirl and seasons, that you had been an inside and seen out, that some cool constant of mind had stayed through the horrors of disease and wreckage and deaths of the most precious animal. That tables and mirrors and books their scent their open in words to feelings and truths and stories. That plows and wheat and granaries, that motor oil and chain hoists, that red iron and hammer and sparks. That grapes and wine. That water. You came back and we talked of thanks and talk was through and we made love. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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