Short poems

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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

SPRING-

At my front door the leaf littered winter beds are rising over thrusting heads. THe shadow of the porch is not so deeply set, for busy swallows coat the lime lit step. Beyond the hedge a greening field of ewes prepare their lambs to gamble and amuse. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 14, 2011

PERSISTENT REVELLER-

Late morning mist still wreaths around that unremitting frog`s nocturnal sound. Sign in to see full entry.

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REKINDLED-

In the wind swept field they bow as one... familiar are the embers of poppies blown upon. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

ROOST-

Thunder heads above the circling egrets tower; quickly now, those barren trees are bursting into flower! Sign in to see full entry.

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YOUTH AND AGE-

In an unkempt bed the hoary plum shades pristine petals of chrysanthemum. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

SEEDLING-

Planting a seedling, five years ago, it`s only shade was me, now sitting in the shadow of that cedar tree. Sign in to see full entry.

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DAY FLYING MOTH. (Toxic)-

In predatory climes with confidence to soar, she flaunts her many colours lethal at the core. Sign in to see full entry.

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FISHING FOR A POEM-

Hook nor line do I possess to bring to hand ellusiveness, my cast of words surround the shoal yet every fish has found a hole. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 4, 2011

STATES-

Sometimes I skip like a hare through swordgrass to the bright edge of morning and sometimes I turn with the snail to the common shade and dream only dreams of the bright edge of morning. Sign in to see full entry.

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States-

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