Poetry

Books of Poetry by James Milton Smith

 

Clumsy Love

Clumsy Love is available for purchase on Amazon.com in Paperback and Kindle formats.
 

Clumsy Love. Who hasn’t known it?
Who can always know what to do?
Step aside Cupid and Dear Abby (and marriage counselors),
The Clumsy Love poet exposes relationship foibles…
Somewhat, partially or through and through.

 

She Brought Me Flowers
 
 She arrived
 She brought me flowers
 Delivered in front of her great smile
 I was stunned
 I am masculine, slower to understand
 Yet, I know
 Unequivocally now
 That after she left
 I
 Felt
 Undone
 

 

Whose Nature

Whose Nature? Yours, Mine, Its?  is available for purchase on Amazon.com in Paperback and Kindle formats.

 

Nature is poetry in motion.  Whose Nature? Yours, Mine, Its? is a compendium of observations and metaphors of the great outdoors, and our lives lived within.

River Sounds

I let the river magnify
I let it grow in sound and felt its moving texture
I focused deeply, beyond myself, blocking all but sound and sight
And then, I wiped the river’s wetness from my eyes
I become the lapping and the flowing
Within the blue-green symphony of sound
The river’s wetting, an anointing transcendentally
Blessing this drier soul

 

 

Second Nature: Yours, Mine, Its?

Second Nature: Yours, Mine, Its?  is available for purchase on Amazon.com in Paperback and Kindle formats.
 

Nature is poetry in motion.  Second Nature: Yours, Mine, Its? is a compendium of observations and metaphors of the great outdoors, and our lives lived within.

Ode to a Mountain Goat
 
The next ol’ mountain goat you’ll meet
May be the one, who could be toward you
Quite good company with which to dine.
 
He will graze with you at your yurt.
Cuz he can 
With those rocky mountain big sure feet.
What a nice way to officially meet.
With wine and dinner, 
And for him, just lichens and grass slivers.
 
It’s that time of year
The ol’ boy hears bleating across the valley.
He bids adieu to me
To answer the ewe’s call of 
“You can’t get enough of me”
 
He leaves me alone,
He in pursuit of what I will be missing 
Tonight.
Hopefully he will have enough energy, 
For us to meet again next year
So that we, may again dine.