Nature
A reflective poem about Ben, Benji, and Benjamin.
The river Ben learns my name slowly,
syllable by silted syllable,
turning it over stones.
By dusk it has made of me
something easier to carry.
Notes: Written while contemplating going to the toilet.
Nature
A reflective poem about age, water, and being carried.
The river learns my name slowly,
syllable by silted syllable,
turning it over stones.
By dusk it has made of me
something easier to carry.
Notes: Good candidate for the first real recorded poem.
Nature
A quiet woodland poem about listening before speaking.
The birch keeps its own counsel
under a shawl of rain,
each silver nerve of bark
remembering the hand of winter.
I stand beside it, almost speaking,
and learn the discipline of leaves.
Notes: A first draft for a spoken version with low room tone and light field recording.