lake shore camp
the sounds of campfire
from the other side
*
Ramesh Anand
Monday, 31 December 2012
Saturday, 29 December 2012
Friday, 28 December 2012
Thursday, 20 December 2012
Summer Rain
The brook is swollen.
In the rush of white water
I can hear their names.
*
Robert H. Demaree Jr.
In the rush of white water
I can hear their names.
*
Robert H. Demaree Jr.
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Regret
A jagged strip of sunlight
finer than a silk thread,
unexpected
on a cold, dark day
*
Doug Draime
finer than a silk thread,
unexpected
on a cold, dark day
*
Doug Draime
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Monday, 10 December 2012
nocturnal moths
adjusting their antennae
& trawling for pure sounds
in the darkness
*
Ali Znaidi
Six Sentences Profile
adjusting their antennae
& trawling for pure sounds
in the darkness
*
Ali Znaidi
Six Sentences Profile
Sunday, 9 December 2012
Odiorne Point
Dusty pink seaweed
Ocean lead-gray, almost flat,
Rocky brown sand beach.
*
Robert H. Demaree Jr.
Ocean lead-gray, almost flat,
Rocky brown sand beach.
*
Robert H. Demaree Jr.
Saturday, 8 December 2012
A misty morning over the moors, sheep drifting as day lifts ever so softly.
*
Máire Morrissey-Cummins
Kerkedijk
*
Máire Morrissey-Cummins
Kerkedijk
Friday, 7 December 2012
After a poetry meeting,
a plastic bag snagged on winter branches
is a white crane amongst bulrushes.
*
Sue Blott
a plastic bag snagged on winter branches
is a white crane amongst bulrushes.
*
Sue Blott
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
Monday, 3 December 2012
dogwood fall
dogwood fall
blossoms
littering the ground:
ashes, petals
white on the shine
of rain-slicked asphalt
like cool spring snow
*
Lyn C. A. Gardner
blossoms
littering the ground:
ashes, petals
white on the shine
of rain-slicked asphalt
like cool spring snow
*
Lyn C. A. Gardner
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Saturday, 1 December 2012
early morning
we drive through the common
at the place where grass meets tarmac
brandishing his tail
fox
*
fiona robyn
a small stone
(sorry about the gaps recently... I've got behind with submissions!)
we drive through the common
at the place where grass meets tarmac
brandishing his tail
fox
*
fiona robyn
a small stone
(sorry about the gaps recently... I've got behind with submissions!)
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