the wonderous moon
sitting on the horizon
waiting for morning
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11)  |
the wind blowing hard
but the leaves make no sound
which guides the spirit
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
the spirit guides you
through the wonderous forest
the forest of life
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
the wind is angry
howling with furiousnes
for the days coming
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
From the warm distance
Of decades in your smile,
You appear to me.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Tinkling key stroke blues
Washed out in fleets of summer;
The gray Sunday float.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Identity shouts
Through a forest fog of language;
Self-affirmation.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Disillusionment,
Shadowed up in the new year;
Fragmentary blues.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Murky mess of thought,
Twitching in the unconscious;
Submerged energy.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Chance encounters lie
Dormant in the daily air;
Time's foggy grayness.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Traveling home now
Through the gray-backed wash of day,
Rain on the highway.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
A purple cherry tree
Points west to the rounded hills;
East wind in summer.
-- Timothy K (Votes: 11) |
In luminous night;
Familiar moon reflects-
On the unknown sea.
-- Timothy K (Votes: 11) |
Above the ripple
and squall of deep troubled sea-
Glides a flying fish.
-- Timothy K (Votes: 11) |
Field of grass and weed...
Beautiful beyond the wire;
Only beside trees.
-- Timothy K (Votes: 11) |
Full of pink and gray,
Still leafless from the winter.
Galahs in the oak.
-- Timothy K (Votes: 11) |
Jealous fits the rage
Of daylight sour time saved
For the winking night.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
pink tissue floating
in a white toilet bowl -
spring . . .
-- steve calamars (Votes: 11) |
