The Poetical Web Project

The Poetical Web Project is an attempt to use hypertext to link not just every poetry site on the Internet, but to link particular words within poems to other related poems or parts of poems.

If you have poetry on the Web, please let me know so that we can work out the links. I have a vision of someday an entire world of poetry interconnected like some singular cosmic poetics.
Dale Kirby

• To Sandy
• Shadow Casts
• The Tao of Womyn
• Still Life
• The Moon is a Finger Pointing at the Tao
• More Poems
• The Million Haiku March

To Sandy
 by Dale Kirby

The sun at morning
struggles softly
with leaves
outside my window

Molten light
burns surface shadows
in orange
on the white
of my walls

I need not rise
to the occasion
of sun rise
It is displayed
in distinct patterns
before me

Points are made
but soon fade
into light
into circles
--the images
feather and fade
into clarity
at the advance
of daylight

And in cycles
And in spirals
Day's dawn
Day's dusk

The sun creates
optical allusions
to you
my love

Shadow Casts
 by Dale Kirby

New moon casts no shadows
Full moon casts no doubts
Some people live in life's shallows
Never knowing its ins and outs
That the only certainty is the wax and wane
That feeling bad is on the way to feeling good again
Still...my thoughts get heavy with the loss of light
Hope ebbs and flows with the rhythms of the night.

The Tao of Womyn
 by Dale Kirby

We men are moved
by her movements

Our eyes intent 
upon her
seeing now an object
now an objection

She looks back
and with her looking
makes us see

She moves away 
toward what
we don't know
She moves toward us
and we know.

Because as she sees through us
through her we see

beyond a veil
dropped with great care--
a moving revelation

 Still Life
 by Dale Kirby
       

The silence sounded good this morning
full and mellow.

The breath looked good this morning
its flow flowering.

The light felt good this morning
a warm embrace.

Such a busy place,
this stillness.   

 The Moon is a Finger Pointing at the Tao
 by Dale Kirby

Just out of reaching
a state of mind
beyond the complicated joy
of simple laughter
beyond the abstract pleasure
of straight thinking
beyond the tangled web
of basic relationships
I sense and see
hear echoes of
am tickled by the fragrance of
a state so thinly sliced
by oneness of mind
that its two faces
are morphed into one.

Just breathing
just sitting
just seeing
just being

no just is
no peace

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