Caroline Misner


Caroline Misner Poems

1. I Witness A Raven 3/21/2008
2. Piano Lesson 3/21/2008
3. Shepherd's Gold 3/21/2008
4. The Old Tin Jug 3/21/2008
5. Trilliums In May 3/21/2008
6. Obituary For A Sphinx 3/21/2008
7. War Wounds 3/21/2008
8. The Medium's Trance 3/21/2008
9. Orleans 3/31/2008
10. The Fly 3/31/2008
11. Turning Infants Into Fawns 3/31/2008
12. When I Die 3/31/2008
13. Sudden Mercury 4/7/2008
14. The New Day Assembly 4/7/2008
15. The Watertower 4/7/2008
16. Hostage 4/21/2008
17. Sea Serpent 4/21/2008
18. Thirty-Two Miles 4/21/2008
19. Please, Love 5/5/2008
20. Lottery 5/5/2008
21. Dog In Moonlight 6/3/2008
22. A Journal Of Forgetting 6/3/2008
23. How To Eat A Grape 7/25/2008
24. Summer Song 7/25/2008
25. Panther Lost 7/25/2008
26. Sonnet #1: Departing 7/25/2008
27. The Vines 9/12/2008
28. Blue Country 9/12/2008
29. Kernsview Park Stones 10/25/2008
30. Indian Summer 10/25/2008
31. Friday Estates 10/25/2008
32. The Old Quarry 10/25/2008
33. Iron And Ice 10/25/2008
34. October Moonrise 10/25/2008
35. Accident 10/25/2008
36. Little Brother 11/8/2008
37. Dunces 11/8/2008
38. Reunion 1/12/2009
39. Untouchable 1/12/2009
40. You Were Mine 1/12/2009
Best Poem of Caroline Misner

A Hard Climb

The frill of trees jig their lady skirts
about their knees, buckling
under the weight of the wind’s hard approach.
When we exhale, our breaths dangle,
rearranging syllables and accents
the Yanks still claim we carry.

The clouds recoil in pieces of time;
inch by inch they scud across the sky,
downy spools drawing in their lines.
The black hills ball against the blue,
splash their painted trees, golden
glowing corridors to wander through.

Dropped leaves assemble into cobblestones
of amber and scarlet upon the path,
carpeting the gnarled and ...

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I Witness A Raven

When the moonlight fractures the patterned frost,
in fragments chiseled into the glass,
shattering and refracting its battery
of light, in silent solace through my window,
I witness a raven through eyes
thick and glazed with sleep.
The night hermit probes his feast

of carrion, picking at entrails, a solitary

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