Short poems

With modest show, the moon`s first quarter doubles the light on tranquil water. Sign in to see full entry.

This morning I rise at five, the sun is not yet over the hill, within me all is clear and bold, that without is duly given. In the garden under a childhood sky there stands a dial to turn the day. Close by, a ball lies on the grass, bright from the hands of children. Sign in to see full entry.

Reflecting the above, Lycaenidae animate blue. Sign in to see full entry.

Through the early hours all his clothes were shed; now, nodding on a cross, his uncapped head. Sign in to see full entry.

Mouths blow mud, heads down, they wave gay flags. Sign in to see full entry.

Far from oceans under barren skies, shells upturned bare no offerings. Sign in to see full entry.

All the leaves have fallen from on high, bare branches in a puddle`s autumn sky. Sign in to see full entry.

A single note informs the waiting choir, the myriad cicadas with one voice grow ever higher. Sign in to see full entry.

Solitary frog, sing your green refrain; non as yet, the droplets of expected rain. Sign in to see full entry.

Come sail with me on a roll and a dip through the wide sea slip where the bold bows break and the whispering wake bridles the bucking sea. I will spread the net of the senses; my thoughts go sliding through, I will lower my defences and if I catch a fish a fish will catch me too! Sign in to see full entry.