These poems are from a collection by Eve Merriam entitled “Thinking of You”…And in keeping with the title, here is a poem called “Thinking of You”;sorry, but

I do not know who wrote it…

THINKING OF YOU………….

At night

In the dark

Thinking of you

The sky

Becomes

So bright

I have to put on sunglasses.

Night Scene….

I make no magic claims

Only

I have so arranged things

That you can never look

At the new moon

Or the full moon

Without thinking of me.

Sizing Up…

I want to be smallerThan a computer chip

So that wherever you goI can slip in

To a corner of your walletThe lining of your glove

Even burrow under the buttons of your vest.

Untitled

I speak wordlessly to you

Will you answer me?

In the silence

I hear you.

Secret Pages

I want to be a notebookThat can fit into your pocket

The pages turning to revealSecret poems

The poems Invisible and necessary as air

Surrounding you

Simile poemsAll the delights of the world

That I can liken unto you

And one metaphor poemAs we become each other.

What is fragrant?

The meadow in clover.

What is golden?

The sunset on water.

What is endless?

The long days of summer

What is sorrow?

The summer is over.

SUMMER VACATION

My Acrobatic Circus Dream

To crash through

The hoop of separation

And

Land

softly

In

your arms.

Entering my life……

That day rivers

Oh that day turning purple as berries

A rush of

White dovesLike snowflakes

Falling upward

There should have Been traffic lights

A wild sign meltinginto parks

A wild signTo let me know

That was the dayI would see you for

the first time

Your Hair

Your hair

Is a web

of Japanese silk

For me to weave

my fingers through

Symbiotic

You’re the moonlightI’m the dark

You’re the oceanI’m the fish

You’re the tower I’m the stone

You’re the wishboneMake me your wish

Three Ways to Fly…….

Wings on a skylark

fins on a dolphin

your hands touching me…….

Viewpoint

Sometimes when the tideIs on the way In

It looks as if it is on the way out.

I remind myself of thatWhen I think aboutOur fight last night.

The Line….

When there’s silence on your end,The telephone lineIs a strangling ropeA dark jungle vine;

But let your voiceRespond to mine:

Then the knots untangleAnd everything’s fine.

TomorrowMay be the day

That you won’t lookThrough me.

InsteadYou’ll stopAnd lookInto me.

Maybe……..

Trinity