Short poems

The night shift spider`s work has won due conveyance of this morning`s spectral sun. Sign in to see full entry.

Cast me out or take me in I`ll remain as I`ve always been keep me warm or leave me cold I`ll not mind, on you I`m sold. Tease me with those cool caresses cover me with party dresses pull my ears or kiss my nose I`ll not say that you impose take me to your budding breast pat my tum or let me rest... Sign in to see full entry.

Cumuli are anchored, here I dream. A black backdrop has clarified the foreground scene. In the bright unmeasured hours bees bend and spring the stems of flowers. Water into sand, the petty will is lost, transmogrified: the world no longer spins and shadows where they fall, abide. Sign in to see full entry.

Dawn chill; visitors of the dark have fled. Elbow propped, I read small footnotes round my bed. Sign in to see full entry.

Eyes upturned, the galaxy..... at a gulp has swallowed me. Sign in to see full entry.

Three times the anvil rings, three times the creature sings; a blacksmith in my garden thicket? There again! out in the grass with his bat and ball of glass plays cricket! Sign in to see full entry.

Across the stars that brilliant line has drawn a meteor`s decline. Sign in to see full entry.

Who`s ear can note the sound of limbs as in a shallow arc he spins Who`s eye can see where he came from, that ghost crab skittering edgeways on? Sign in to see full entry.

At last the waves beat on my roof again; the unheard sea obscured in blindfold rain. Sign in to see full entry.

The weight of past lives barely imprinted here, mock the passing of my little year. Sign in to see full entry.