Timothy David Orme

Ten Summer Songs
New Poems From the USA

 

                                                                    That so our sweetly temper’d song
                                                                    Nor be to short, nor seeme to long.


                so sings
                the shine
                of summers
                sun above

                *

                rays dissipate into
                west & blue

                round an island
                up come birds

                an instant
                                   song

                *

                Nothing more than

                the silence of the hyacinth isles

                free and full of song

                *

                I have placed the full leaved

                trees behind for I will

                always find or see

                will always see the leaves

                by light or shade

                *

                content

                on the top of
                the rock mountain

                one will
                                      not fall

                *

                finding
                a stream

                I find
                I do

                what
                a stream will

                *

                as it is carved by water

                the rock between
                the river shores

                carves the waters clear

                *

                out
                from
                woods
                I go

                down
                to
                climb

                down
                the mountain

                down

                beside
                the route

                of
                stream

                down
                from


                through
                the mountains

                *

                stop
                & rest
                & sit

                beneath

                the leaves
                of the tamarind tree

                seedpods play

                their tune
                I am losing

                strength

                to sing
                to long

                *

                where was this
                land alone

                where I was
                walking

                &

                where was I
                where I sing

                if only this
                be what I wish