Short poems

All night the questing unresolved, am I young or am I old? At dawn my shadow ranging wide, slowly narrows to my side and now the sun at apogee makes as one, a company. Sign in to see full entry.

What actually happened here was that I was practicing for a show jumping competition at home on the farm.The mare(Patsy) stopped, and I remember finding myself, on my back, staring up at Patsy`s hoof coming straight down in line with my face. In the last second she moved her leg to one side. Sign in to see full entry.

Approaching it mare and I combined, then it seems, I went ahead, the mare... she stayed behind! Sign in to see full entry.

Banks of cumulus need only trunks to make a forrest in the air. Below, the valley undulates like a purple web to the western sky. Above my head, a canopy of mistletoe with myriad crimson trumpets glow in deep green pockets burning. Look there! A dove so lightly lifts himself aloft and with his wings... Sign in to see full entry.

Are they trout that rise and rise again, or intersecting rings of falling rain!? Sign in to see full entry.

In hissing troughs and crests of white the waves prolong a failing light. Sign in to see full entry.

Suddenly, from leaden depths a swish! the ocean spits a shower of silver fish. Sign in to see full entry.

Thinking of thoughts like a fool waxing and wanning I can not sleep, the lucky moon is full! Sign in to see full entry.

Under the casuarina the wind`s travail is my reverie. Stripped bare my body lies, invitation to the whirlpool kite or some phantasmal creature of the mind. At the corner of my eye, dark spreads into view my foot prints float on the following dunes scant shadows in a shade of light; and the small... Sign in to see full entry.

My flesh cut to the bone is numb. Though wrapped around with copious goose the Westerlies and I are one. Sign in to see full entry.