Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Passing fruit bat
the moon in a birdbath
bringing her near.

Storm ends
the starfish releasing
each other’s fingers.

Garden table
Wordsworth melting
in the April showers.

Comet
the whole sea of stars
to roam alone in.

On the canvas
yet to brush in her flesh
the artist’s nude.

Home again
moon and I meeting
on the old wood bridge.

Paper coffee cup
the whole cemetery
moved with the wind.

Still smoking
sifted from the house
unburnt treasures.

Polishing an opal
its light from a thousand eyes
pressed by violent earth.

Sprayed cockroach
soiling a pillow slip
the last one.