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C W Hawes
suddenly
these clothes too heavy
tea too hot
these obligations
suffocating
my belief in God
so very informal
and yet today
watching the grey clouds roll in
I wonder about it
summer rain
falling all day long
soft thunder
rumbles far away
in constant arguments
this winter day
feeling full of mischief
I tease
my serious co-worker
and make her grumpy
all the things
these old eyes
have seen
they are but
watercolor days
brightly colored lights
everywhere in the small town
this Christmas season
but out in the countryside
only the ancient moon shines
watching the snowstorm
cover the patches of snow
I think of the years
that buried my spring
and ushered in the winter
white glow in the east
thinking of yesterday's
moon in the sky
I wonder how many months
I wonder how many years
last night
the waning crescent moon
this morning
gazing in the mirror
I see how thin my hair is
in the aftermath
of the fierce summer windstorm
the corn lies flattened
still standing tall dripping rain
the useless blooming thistle
sweet mango
caressing my tongue...
I remember
the Wednesday in May
you fed me lunch with your hands
C W Hawes resides in Iowa, where he writes
poetry that constitutes a kind of emotional
diary, intimate and spare. Although
he employs many forms in his work, he favors
the tanka because of its haiku-like
precision, coupled with the lyrical qualities it
possesses. Walt Whitman, Gerard Manley
Hopkins, Basho, Issa and Takuboku Ishikawa have
been his poetic influences. His work has
appeared widely, online and in print.
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