backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk
underbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow
woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpile
sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep
backdoor flagstone bulkhead buttermilk
candlestick ragrug firedog brownbread
hilltop outcrop cowbell buttercup
whetstone thunderstorm pitchfork steeplebush
gristmill millstone cornmeal waterwheel
watercress buckwheat firefly jewelweed
gravestone groundpine windbreak bedrock
weathercock snowfall starlight cockcrow
Hey! I like Silent Poem a lot. It’s set in New England acc. to Francis. Every word is a noun. Silence sits between each word, it is forty words. It simply evokes a rustic farm setting: the critters, the industry, the interior, exterior. Is it a shape poem too? A grid? A gate? You decide. Is title ironical? I think so.
This poem is amazing. I’m 16 and this might be the first published poem ever that I’ve read and felt like I could have written the same thing. I don’t understand what the heck it’s supposed to mean though.