Short poems

My boat in silent motion, and I with port and ease, stalk the moon down silver tracks laid on leaden seas. Sign in to see full entry.

The narcissistic moon is sad, forlorn, her image on the lake lies shattered in the storm. Sign in to see full entry.

Blowing their cover by the trail, a drum roll of startled quail! Sign in to see full entry.

Frogs couple and call. Through the restless night of my deja vous I dream of love`s illusive spawn. Sign in to see full entry.

Do you remember when you were a kid, of course you do, sitting on the warm stone swinging your legs and whacking the heels of your shoes, for the sheer joy of the ever present moment,with a smile on your face and eyes wide open, piercing the infinity of endless summer promise. And do you remember... Sign in to see full entry.

Clinging to the reed a nymph with empty eyes stares fixedly at soaring dragonflies. Sign in to see full entry.

The avarice of that blooming coral tree has swallowed at a gulp my view of three. Sign in to see full entry.

Pointing out his name with consummate ease, the rocket frog takes off at twenty five degrees. Sign in to see full entry.

Arrayed along the boom that line of preening swallows mime my thought of sail. Sign in to see full entry.

Maybe a dainty fairy ain`t a fairy but a butterfly, and oops! to settle argument, they`ve both agreed to flutter, ~~~ bye!! Sign in to see full entry.