Poem Category: Miscellaneous

The moon

the frost crackles

in a puddle of ice

Buzzing

with chain saws

the rain forest splits

Beauty parlour

the sound of the nail file

shaping her past

In the chatter; the clatter

on her best china

…mother‘s friends

Lunch

the ring around mother‘s kitchen

a family circle

Red lights…

waiting to pass

the polished hearse

Fruit bowl

no student yet painting

the apple‘s bruise

All set to rustle

the oak leaves corralled

by a rake

Shown to the moon

new born first born

turning in my arms

Rendezvous

in the night fog…

your car parked by mine