Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Via pulchritudinis 1
Self-portrait

Country sun

Appeal to the Ranger Rescue Squad
Is poetry a whipping-up
of something special, a
pulled voice
or a kind of trance?
I’ve never known what
a poem is.
My favorites sound like
nothing so much as
someone saying something
interesting.
But that can’t be
enough for a poem.
The worst are about
poetry itself.
Maybe those’re
not even poems.
Maybe they’re just
a baffled boy
seeking a trail.
River Kwai

Hema

House, grass and sky

I saw a sign on a tree
“Don’t pick the plums.”
Till then I’d not noticed
how juicy they look.
De singel is weer rond


