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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Drift
glide
feather lost
the arms of the wind
rock to sleep.
(Previously published in Cotyledon, Catamount Press, April 2000, #15)
Laurence Overmire
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Drip
drip
drip
drip
the minutes fall from the ceiling
sliding down the walls
s
l
o
w
l
y
come to rest upon the floor
a shallow puddle of existence
f
i
n
a
l
l
y
sinks through the boards and
disappears
q
u
i
e
t
l
y
into the sweet fragrance of Earth
the cool stillness of night.
(Previously published in Write Away, June 2003.)
Laurence Overmire
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Dying Breed
Most writers embark upon a legacy of prose
the most lucrative venture in an unyielding sea
only a fool would choose
poetry
to chart the circumference of a life
no profit to be gained
and
very possibly
obscurity in the passing
unless
there be some deeper truth
to plumb
a reward of soul
unfathomable to the surface
of a word.
(Previously published in The Odeum, Nov 2001; The Poet's Porch, Jan 2002)
Laurence Overmire
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Eliot Nest
He was a banker
With money on his mind
Devious twists of turning profits
Numbers clicking through his brain
The world a formality pleated
Through the nape of his shining shoe
Conformed to a hierarchy
He couldn’t escape, except
In poetry, a poetry unbounded by
An infinite reason, still
In every phrase there lurked
The stunning insurmountable clutch of
Miserly calculation.
(Previously published in CER*BER*US,2003)
Laurence Overmire
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