Lorine Niedecker

Lorine Niedecker

I think of Lorine her life
on the edge of water

the gliding river
or lake or swamp

and the simplicity
and the beauty of the poetry

she made from leaves
or broken reeds

floating on the surface
from carp swimming below

the hum of summer
and the slow burn of time

the hours fishing the shallows
with a hook and line

and the silent words
seeping into her soul

John Lyons

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s