Poems of Spirit and Earth
Part Three
Joan Ann Lansberry
FOREIGNER IN FEATHERS
What are you doing on this concrete plain All alone except for row upon row of metallic machines? No worm can push through this hardened earth, no tree ever grow. So lost you seem, so far from fields of green.
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J.H., Poetry Press 13th annual anthology, Rhymes and Reasons
LAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON
Just enjoying the moment,
I lay spoon-style
with Laura, napping.
Feeling my belly press
against Laura's back
with each inhalation.
Feeling my tongue slowly losing
its burn
from spicy hot spanish rice.
In, out, press; in, out, press.
This simplicity
fills me completely.
(...So encircled am I.)
1985
CYCLES ENDLESSLY
When I am yin, 3-2-97
LETTERS TO A FRIEND
"Blest Be the Tie That Binds."
Lines drawn on paper
arranged to form shapes
conveying sound and meaning,
with such lines
draw I to you.
Pull me in
Oh pull me in,
Yes, my twine is thin
But such can encircle the world.
You are yang.
When yang I am
Yin you are and fine:
Cycles endlessly.
The wheel spins,
Spokes we are
Of one another.