Burton L. Carlson
Home Earliest Poems 1959 - 1960 Poetry 2018 - 2019 Poetry 2020
All Poems A Guide for the reader Aging Birds Death Encounters Experience Faith Family Nature Poetry & Art Politics & Society Women Wives & Lovers
Dragonfly No Room For Kindness Blackberries Remembrance Weeds Continuity Ritual Enactments Begging Is Just The Beginning Free Up/Tie Down
About The Poet About The Editor
HomeEarliest Poems 1959 - 1960 Poetry 1961 - 2017 All Poems A Guide for the reader Aging Birds Death Encounters Experience Faith Family Nature Poetry & Art Politics & Society Women Wives & Lovers Poetry 2018 - 2019Poetry 2020 Books Dragonfly No Room For Kindness Blackberries Remembrance Weeds Continuity Ritual Enactments Begging Is Just The Beginning Free Up/Tie Down The Poet About The Poet About The Editor
Burton L. Carlson
Poet

Aquifer

A poem should be more than clever,
like a bit drill down
through soil
to the bedrock of power;

to living water
where the sound of each drip,
when it drops

echoes forever
and skips like a stone that is flung
across quarried waters.

On Poetry and ArtSpiderWeb ConnectionsAugust 27, 2016
Facebook0 Twitter LinkedIn0 Reddit Tumblr 0 Likes
Previous

Apricots

Women Wives LoversSpiderWeb ConnectionsAugust 28, 2016
Next

Are You Ready for Snow?

NatureSuzi PeelAugust 26, 2016
Hours