Hi mozek:
Thanks for the wonderful site. I took the liberty of posting a poem from it.
I was attracted to this particular one immediately, I didn't have time to read them all, but I have it bookmarked in my Poems folder.
Please feel free to post as many of your favorites as you wish. And Welcome to the Poets thread.
Reflection and Refraction
Moves beyond the opacus clouds, emerges yellow,
the yellow of dog-used teeth. Broad pointillism,
carves a cross of moonlight into the darkness.
The land slumbers beneath the moon,
its rambling wreck of tides,
its soothing hands of dark.
But this is the largest light in the night sky,
rolling its eye through the raw rise. Where
is the sun's skin? Look where it couldn't be,
in the rituals of night:
there is a glimmer on the field,
a wave and a particle are dazzling the dew.
I know of a walk I've been meaning to take, along
through the sparse pines. On the night
of the eclipse, I will be there,
watching the wash of light,
breathing the work of my lungs:
a moment of September air.
By Pauls Toutonghi
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