W.I. Stoneberger Poems

April rain
masks
the moon,
but its madness
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The robin don't mind
if it's the poor side of town
and everything is run down
gonna sing anyway.
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Need a different color of smoke
Need a roadtrip in a red corvette
Need a nightswim in the Atlantic
Need a new outlook on sobriety
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The poem on the page
wields its words
into the scatter
of my mind.
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It sings to me
- the tree, the window tree.
Its leaves open as melodies
to the sheen of Spring.
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It seems so natural
with the moon bobbing on top
of the water
like a drunken rowboat,
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like a bird in flight
like a butterfly
there's a vision of you
that dances in my mind
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Fields
almost green
almost gray
streaked with purple stripes (henbit)
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There are things
I keep forgetting
to put into my poems:
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the dam broke
river inside
run wild
run deep
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