For dverse. Still pondering this question.
a poem is fragments of frost
and wave-washed glass
image of sun on water tasting of spring
in rills running through new grass
wild garlic buttoned with daisies
earth shapes poems with worm casts
intricate mounds snuffled and scuffled in night dark
eyes caught in a flashlight turning away
a poem is stars
glitter sparking off iron-cored rocks
taste of iode sea-spume kelp draped Victorian crêpe
redolent of storm wreckage from the dolphin-deep sea.
Poems feel like silken threads falling
through summer air feathered and trilled with song
winging soaring falling falcon-fast
into a thought tentatively reverently
painted onto a page.