Short poems

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

TRANSIENT MELANCHOLY

Casuarinas flare, mock winter wind is sounding summer`s thoughfare. Along the beach rapacious waves incline, to take their measure from this mortal line, Luck is but half of mayhap if mayhap will let me through, and if I should catch a fish, why, that fish will catch me too Sign in to see full entry.

MOVIE

Beaming out from the spectral sun are we projection`s projected sum; is light a living conscious zone and we the lenses of a lordly one? Are we the draftsman`s hologram forming the unfolding plan; are we organic/abstract dream played upon the spacetime screen? Is death a nanosecond pause or... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

INTERNAL STORM

At my window closed to threatening skies, husks of former prisoners are blown by busy flies. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 21, 2011

SHAPED- Still to a dance the old pine is bent, silent on the ridge the wind is spent. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 18, 2011

HECKLER-

The base thunder`s dialogue has silenced all, except...... that frog! Sign in to see full entry.

CYNIC

The cynic cuts like a knife- but the honing, oh the honing! Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Double take-

Heron at the pool`s edge, seemly, shy, but oh.....! in flight, the rasping file, the rending cry! Sign in to see full entry.

CHILDHOOD MEMORY SUSSEX DOWNS-

Skylark, your blue bound sun blind voice enthrals; suspended in that azure dome your song unchanged leads chidhood home Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

PROMPT DELIVERY-

A green train trailing leaves behind, has breached my neighbour`s boundary those pumpkins now are mine. ( With permission of course!) Sign in to see full entry.

POLLUTION-

To and fro the tidal surge heaves upon the hobo beach a botulistic sea. Though Gaia breaths, the lungs of the world are breaking on the shore. Through the sky to half blind horizons, a veil of cataract is drawn over the rising red, apoplectic moon. Distant gulls still broadcast the alarm, their... Sign in to see full entry.