Peter Chapman Poetry


you could be what they say:
nice, wanting to help, but it feels like you're swatting things
and in your look
something gets me swatting too

you think my poems aren't personal?

i think your poems are extremely personal

you observe the little things so powerfully
and i think what she is imposing on you
is the feminine expectation of emotion

the other day, too warm for winter, i saw the sun
creep down a tree, saw it mottle the bark
until the branches shone like lizards

say you watched this happen
don't write it down,
let them see that's all you need,
you saw the sun on a tree
and that's all you should have to see
and all the light should do with you

so what lives
moves down from there,
trying not to consider things