Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

The Still In Restlessness

The promise of rain can be heard on the trees,Whisper on the wind, evening masstossed about, a rose petal leavesthe stem, the comfort of motherfor..

© Amberlee Carter

Cataract

walking down the narrow paththat split like a snake's tonguein the canyon's mouth,with the weight of our bodiesmostly heavy on our heelsto keep from..

© Amberlee Carter

A New Year, An Old Death (A Dream Of Trees)

I can’t sleep anymore,not without bulletsthat blow my brain to bits- or dreamsof trees, that grow suddenlyfrom envelopes sent to me, by dear old..

© Amberlee Carter

Waking With The Taste Of Future In My Mouth

headlights in the rainday rotting, streets slick with rain, headlightsspeak of long distance, journeys abroad, andhomecoming-an empty cemetery road..

© Amberlee Carter

A Ruins

My eyes have turned pitch-blackand my hands as pale as knives.Death is a traitorous fruit with a sweet pit,whose roots runas deep as the heart's..

© Amberlee Carter

I Am So Full Of The World (A Birthday Poem 2005)

It would seem that every year it begins this way.Life: the slow burning pyre fades a littleevery December- and I can do nothing but mournevery spark..

© Amberlee Carter

The Wisdom Of Have Not

I think that as I wished to be,more than a plain paper dream,I became a paper plane with wings,and I think that once I fell, againI became aware of..

© Amberlee Carter

Homogenized

Twenty-four hours have left me here,twenty-four more minute minutes speaking in baritone.Time has stolen from me, wasted my youthful..

© Amberlee Carter

Skins

i raked my nail across your roof,split the forbidden fruitfrom within-then your sky divided,and you began to rain,and i began to drownin a pool i can..

© Amberlee Carter

Late Sunday Afternoon...Or Early Evening

right now someonemeasures his portion of daily bread, drinksthe wine from last year's crop and knowswhichever way the balance sways,his piece of..

© Amberlee Carter

The Longest Mile

I walk with my father intothe heart of the lion,the maelstrom of paternal love-I do not know at this agewhat is to come-but these stars flare..

© Amberlee Carter

Sister Was Dying

Sister was dyingyou looked on in disbelief,late afternoon.you always mourned this way.Drinking from your coffee cupI drank that which gave you..

© Amberlee Carter

My Hands Hold, With Or Without

hush moon,don't sing sad melodies tonight-i get lost in the noise,in the vagueness that you offer.a tug of nostalgia at my heart,i want to forgive..

© Amberlee Carter

Sunny Afternoon

The rattling of the fan kept neat rhythm withthe tumultuous drumbeat in my chest-tapping the insides of my skull,flies twitching their wings against..

© Amberlee Carter

While The Dark Scribbles Stars

hush now, be silent in the still-when the dark hoursscribble stars upon our window pane,ask me then if I am yet awake,and if I answer not,know that I..

© Amberlee Carter

Untitled [ A Work In Progress}

My sister is depressed,she talks of death; the man she lives forwho will never love her as more than his whore-she wraps herself in prayer shawl; a..

© Amberlee Carter

Sunlight Bathes In The Sky

sunlight bathes in the sky,morning cleans the stagnantprojections of the mind-road twists,bows beneath the pressure,arches back and orgasmsa..

© Amberlee Carter

Observing Silence While She Dances

the whole world -pieces of us,some things shatter.straddle the moment and call it love.stillness speaks-the shadowsrushed in with feathery wings..

© Amberlee Carter

On Being Bound By The Freedom Of Expression

(I've destroyed where first I built-I am god of this earth.)The men came one morningwith whips and cords,bound my hands and worse,bound my head-They..

© Amberlee Carter

Birds Of Prey And Field Mice

something has died this morning.Out in the field the farmers reaped yesterday, a nest of raw things, and the crows circle the area, their black..

© Amberlee Carter

Where The Sun Sleeps

I would rather wake whilethe dawn rushes me,to move in the stillnessof divine placement-and know that clouds will always stare in silenceas I return..

© Amberlee Carter

The Labor Of Love

My mother stands in the doorway, herback arched beneath the pressure of wind-she beats the rug until, dust encircles her.She wipes her brow, tugs at..

© Amberlee Carter

The Dent In His Chest

I want to get you nakedto see the outlines of your ribs,your imperfections;every last one that make you feel insignificant-all your flaws and..

© Amberlee Carter

Lullaby

Beneath the nursery of a violet heaven,where stars; blazing embers of their own righteousness,are burning flowers of the deep, cool void.God has..

© Amberlee Carter

The Fourth Stall

The serenity prayer and a Shakespeare sonnetappear on the bathroom wall,stalls heavily sodden with urine-Who cleans these public restrooms anyway?a..

© Amberlee Carter