Short poems

A vast hand in the lap of land the lake lies motionless. Lilies separate, expand from shore to shore, no sky on water mirrored, green of lilies go before. Infant mind, accepted world, the landscape in and flowing out to the clear infinity. All is nameless, as am I; the eagle in his prime unfurled... Sign in to see full entry.

A blizzard of bees make mock winter, blossom is melting into the earth and even now the apple picker makes light the bough lately laid low. Sign in to see full entry.

Sarcasm should be treasured for the mocker may have found a depth that is unmeasured a word from underground. My shadow is a cynic the sun`s an imposition although I try to quit it it remains my prison. Sign in to see full entry.

Was that a shooting star by other stars forsaken? just a tic, I`l take a look and see if I`m mistaken. Sign in to see full entry.

Breasting seeds of flowers into flight the fledgling magpie struts his bold delight! Sign in to see full entry.

Walking where the winding stream caresses, suddenly from under foot, that sediment of S` S! Sign in to see full entry.

Tracts of salt shall lie like snow where no fruits for creatures grow fishermen shall hook but dreams of fish long dead in poisoned streams hunters shall no better fare with weapons in the wingless air trees shall wither at the crown hills shall melt and valleys drown seas shall run from mighty... Sign in to see full entry.

The last of winter apples turning soft evoke late summer orchards in the loft, Sign in to see full entry.

From the supanova reef polyp suns detach themselves by nature of their quantum fields, orbs of plasma preinformed of future worlds that will in turn, give birth to their own creatures. And now, from times immeasurable gestation the dawn of consciousness is gathered round the comforting fire, mother... Sign in to see full entry.

Dragonflies are whisking their wings of luffing cellophane, shooting shards of light at drifts of spawn where rainbow fish competing in the mating game, cannon their colors wastefully. Above, and undisturbed, the lotus is. Yet I, divided, chew a tender spear of grass. Sign in to see full entry.