Poems by Michael Burch
See
... her features are--that time has made more spare, / ...
She Was Very Strange, and Beautiful
... She was meant to leave, as the wind must blow ...
Redolence
... the air is fresh and cool, washed of the grime ...
At Wilfred Owens Grave
... Originally published by The Chariton ReviewWhat the Poet SeesWhat the poet sees, ...
Ordinary Love
... "I love you," in the ordinary wayand tug the coverlet where once we lay, ...
The Locker
... All the dull hollow clamor has died ...
The Watch
... So dear, so precious, so precise, the touch ...
Flight 93
... to OFF ... I heard the klaxon-shrill alarmslike vultures shriekings ...
In Praise of Meter
... by kisses, should the heart put back its watch ...
The Folly of Wisdom
... that once was a fortress to someone like merings wildly above us ...
Pan
... ..... we still might fit inside those splendid hours ...
Fahr an Ice, Apologies to Robert Frost
... just make mine cool, cool rocks (twice drowned in likker), ...
Will There Be Starlight
... at the end of this rainbow ...
The Peripheries of Love
... .. curiously motionless,as though twilight might blur ...
Charon 2004
... Always, thereafter ...
