Saiom Shriver Poems

April aprons of
apricot blooms
spun by the sun
on his lightthreaded looms
...

I saw the last dead leaf
high up on the tree...
when suddenly he began
to trill..
...

Next to an abbatoir
grows a peach grove.
The former has screams.
The latter is silent.
...

With her eight thimbles
on hands so nimble
she weaves through the night...
but not til dawn is her web
...

Within rotting fruit
are living seeds
which can
the world feed
...

The policeman helped
arrest a man and put him
in the squad car.
The man's dog, mad with fear,
...

She embarrassed her parents,
the bride and groom
for she could not scatter
to be downtrodden
...

Lovely leelas for every calla lily
has the Lord of Light
while the wind sings lullabies
to each lilac.. every eve and night
...

The actor rushed from the stage
not waiting for applause.
Rushing to his Beloved,
he did not pause.
...