Poems by Walter Heineman
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Home
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| the elderly |
| avoiding theoretical landscapes |
| nothing is deep |
| nothing more can be said |
| rest in peace |
| i had been lied to |
| before she died |
| between the trees |
| i want to talk |
| all night and sometimes during the day |
| i am careful now |
| what just happened |
| one of the women inside |
| summer morning |
| the reunion |
| i have no longing |
| is that it |
| the breath you hear |
| the color of forgotten fog |
| i have never collected them |
| and that is the news here at home |
| he sold the view |
| her waist |
| the vibrant art district |
| a fierce tango |
| all the way through its dragon soul |
| the rainbow ascends |
| i like to watch her write |
| straight through |
| the hands of the gardener |
| you must words |
| at the service |
| how do i know |
| light spreading slowly then bursting |
| the scent of her dream |
| the doctor bent forward |
| i do not give |
| my little sister |
| our walk |
| the spring azalea woman |
| about the universe |
| can you hear |
| it never works |
| what holds up a cloud |
| some families |
| the lake |
| the raindrop that fell |
| which part of it |
| another kitchen mystery |
| the difference between |
| the transcending part |
| the road ends |
| a calm river |
| not clever enough |
| slow to grasp |
| opening |
| from the ocean uncreated |
| i want to say this |
| one half of the story |
| the only hope |
| no negotiations |
| the ornithologist |
| the shape |
| the untended mind |
| on one end |
| what time is it |
| you ask |
| before the season |
| if we did not |
| one half of the story |
| sometimes i think |
| existence is |
| the ephiphany |
| the eternal eats time |
| the only hope |
| even though he said |
| nothing like that |
| occasionally but always |
| knowing the self |
| little use |
| when i want more |
| not what i expected |
| otherwise |
| it is only more or less rain |
| my sense of direction |
| existence dances |
| has no shadow |
| it can be either way |
| the willingness |
| those early hours |
| about ambition |
| for now |
| knowing the self |
| not what i expected |
| the delicate gifts |
| the next one |
| i did not see |
| i received it |
Back to home |
