 clouds
peak
Page 3 sunset over Jersey
his hand on the small of my back leaf raking --
six inches off at the hairdresser's before sunset the click of her knitting needles the special way
he wears his hair – autumn winds Aurora Antonovic three quarter moon
hangs from a branch -- apricot ripens Gina autumn anniversary -
on the bedside table, his clock still ticking painting walls from floor to ceiling summer sunset pepper relish
cooling in glass jars - autumn leaves Susan Constable moonlit path
a man with a banjo eclipses Ashley Rodman a gray day
only Edith Piaf songs on the radio last chapter...
the candle gutters and goes out the swish
of gray corduroys steady rain Kirsty Karkow foggy rooftops . . .
a sense of the day only in outline holiday weekend . . .
three floors of modern art I can't remember selling to the blind man the faded suit Michael McClintock bad news
in the paper, etc. loud thunder-
political noise from the radio cease fire-
water balloon fight stops for lunch J. Andrew
Lockhart
approaching the bridge . . .
looking up at people looking down Tim Steggall full moon i like what you like
Scott Metz her skates dangling--
first geese circle the frozen pond migrating geese the weight of the sky on their backs early fall
the hairline moon threads a thin cloud faded rose...
sunset gathered on the edge of a cloud cold rain a flash of white on the robin’s tail hometown reunion
driving in and out of fog tattered web
courting a dream that got away Paul Rainville flipping the remaining pages
of the calendar... september wind Shiki's anniversary
a new tomato born in the withering branches september sunlight
his new straw hat hangs unworn on the wall figs...
how tenderly he strokes his daughter’s hair approaching thunder...
the bartender quietly reads the lottery results first salmon...
the gloss of her new lipstick Keiko Izawa sun-dappled seas...
the golden flecks in his eyes moon-bathing
on the beach a fishing boat sleepless
on this summer night me and the moon umbrellas open
on rain-hazed streets... mushrooms in many hues sprout restless night of labour- a poem is born at dawn Sanjukta ice fisherman
blurred shadow in blowing snow hiking i walk into my own silence Tom Blessing red dress
she blushes after catching the bouquet Ruthanne Baxter autumn morning --
my old teacher doesn't recognize me Angelika Wienert a roadrunner darts
across the wet road, lizard in mouth Jim Applegate white clouds
an orange balloon rises Ross
Vassilev
summer heat
on the beach an empty wheelchair afternoon nap
the doll wakes up first after the earthquake
intact -- the birdhouse Sunday afternoon: from the confessional -- singing Petar Tchouhov Copyright © 2006 by du5tin.net. All rights are retained by the respective authors. |