Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

morning

  • To the east

    Fresh sun drips from above low-hanging fruit; a new day awaits harvest from the sagging branch of an ancient black walnut yawning, stretching its limbs crackling, groaning arthritic objection in the breeze sitting in the shelter of dawn, I mimic the tree in awakening agreement Read more

  • Dawning for a poet

    Scratchy, scraping, raw pencil on paper causes her to stir she turns sleepily my way half smiles, half sneers rolls back the other way she thinks I am writing a paean to some ancient love or other stray reminisce, hopes its not some sappy ode to her Sometimes it is. Other times I am writing Read more