Peter Morton

Peter Morton Poems

A man sets out
with his fishing rod.
He isn't really fishing
but it makes a good excuse
...

Deltas and diamonds,
boxes and dragons;
on this perfect day
a congregation of kites
...

My grand daughter lets the
curtain fall back in place,
wondering out loud who in
their right mind would
...

I am wild with autumn,
transparent with color,
unable to define either myself
or the landscape,
...

Peter Morton Biography

2017 - About to begin the adventure of a lifetime at the ripe old age of 65. Have applied to and been accepted at the Lesley University low-residency MFA creative writing program with a concentration in poetry. The next two years are going to be a lot of hard work but I am looking eagerly forward to learning new things and interacting with poets of all types and ages. Check my website, yankeepoet.com to follow my progress.)

The Best Poem Of Peter Morton

Grafton Pond

A man sets out
with his fishing rod.
He isn't really fishing
but it makes a good excuse
to do what men do
when they are
pretending not to.

Anyway, it's that time of day
when the evening sun
makes the pond blaze,
it's a scene out of
a coffee table book,
young lovers in kayaks, their
silhouettes framed against
a deepening color of sky.

He ties a spinner on,
casts far out
into
the perfect flatted calm.

I am not a philosopher, he thinks,
but this life of mine
is a fishing line,
monofilament,
barely seen,
stretching into depths
where hidden thoughts
nibble at the edge
of consciousness.

Sunset peaks
and fades into oblivion.
The man sighs
and reels in.
Fish-less he
packs his tackle and walks towards his pickup.

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