JohnDiamond's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by JohnDiamond — There are currently 12 poems total — keep up the great work!

Love on the Farm Mucking out and milking, we are curds in the churn. Our house is a blooming belly brimful and snuffling, feet planted in the green rubber of muddy... – *by John Diamond*	14 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
Living with Carpenter Bees They are dug in under the screen door where my foot swings, where concrete... – *by Jon Diamond*	4 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
Woman in Dark Colors She cooks fish and rice, her unfolded hips pushing all into place. The marl of her hands turns bowls of smoke Into oils and aromas, lemon and... – *by John Diamond*	0 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
The Rain Ends at Dusk Thunder walks away on carpet slippers, wet leaves cockle and whisper. A backwash of sound lingers, a rustling of mulch as if a mouse were nibbling a... – *by John Diamond*	2 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
Incurable He studies the dinner card, ticks off the boxes for Jell-O and fruit cups; anticipates a deliciousness that he will later swallow mechanically on a plastic... – *by John Diamond*	7 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
Short Lived The night was brief, its black tent threatened to fly away from the sunset, Stars gleamed naked, then hid in a half-light. Between the glimmer, night ran as if... – *by John Diamond*	3 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
A Place Just Right The Greyhound reels over creaking axles. Northern Kentucky puts on weight in summer, a green mélange thickens, yet inside our trundling tube, joints rattle, gears burn through paunch and... – *by John Diamond*	2 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
The Bears Are Back The bears are back. Where? O somewhere – not here. There are parts of Ohio where the bears go. Where did they come from? Perhaps a Ranger took a bear cub from a dead mother, brought it to a place where a bear could grow, here in... – *by John Diamond*	2 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
Button Mushrooms On cloud-pressed evenings you hear them being delivered when the choral earth is soft and swelling. A creaking growth a crèche of mycelia confined in dark... – *by John Diamond*	7 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
My Boat Broke Somewhere between an in and out wave, my boat broke; it’s an essential scaled down vessel of my body - alarm bells began to toll in the pith and plank of... – *by John Diamond*	1 View added 3 years ago	Rating
Renoir's Fish Laid back over oarlocks, arms akimbo, hat slouched; slow riding the Loire. The river pushes into a bobbing place a sylvian picnic where female bottoms convene in soft... – *by John Diamond*	1 View added 3 years ago	Rating
Bone-Meals Bones and their ash remain, retain and nourish the under-croft, the terrain. The meadow green. Bones... – *by John Diamond*	7 Views added 3 years ago	Rating