More Leaves of Grass

index of poems

James Bell: Among the thrills and spills of meaning that came from you - The full noon trill
John Carley: observing a spear of summer grass - two zips
Helen Clare: none of them mine: the light green soap - These rooms are full of purfumes
Gerald England: I will go to the bank by the atmosphere - I will go to the bank (post-modern sonnet)
FrankFaust: this atmosphere is not a perfume - This atmosphere is not a perfume
Maryann Hazen-Stearns: The song of me rising from bed - There I go
Sally James: The smoke of my breath haunts me - The smoke of my breath; The smell of his perfume - Odours of Love
Terrie Relf: She calls heaven by secret names - She-Who-Calls-the-Wind
Joe Warner: We met and almost passed - Love's Distillate
Walt Whitman: I celebrate myself - original lines from Song of Myself
Calaya J Williams: Dark-colored sea-rocks breathe - Hard to Sea; Naked birch, spruce and cottonwood - Song of Us
Matthew John Williams: respiration and inspiration - haiku