William Adler is a member of "Poetry and Beautiful Women" .
The weight of exhaustion sits, / Like clouds haloing the top of a mountain. / Covered in powdered sugar and glazed sunlight. / A nod to, and a nod fro, / A fall in, and a jump out. / The bare trees be…
A supple blue sky / Is taught and stretched, / With room enough for many a man. A bird may be painted across this canvas, / Or a cloud, whose shape changes like drops of water / Sliding, sleeking …
An abyss / Black and deep, / Circular, and its width / Changing. / But holes are qualified / By what is around them. First is seen a twilight, / The thick blue of a starry sunset, / The blue of the…
Plick! / It makes this sound as it is blown from a tree, / its stem finally loosing its final finger.
Two lofty clouds, joined in tentative embrace, / must part, their time no longer theirs. / Why?
War, / Chess, / Checkers, / Wooing What could they mean?