Winter Haiku
Nimbostrati
Billowing from bare trees—
A paintbrush jar
Posted at 19:52 on Wednesday 18th November 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Original Poetry, Poetry | read on
Skyscape
Burning past the ink-and-pen
futility of branches, how a sky these days
can bare its ribs, invulnerable.
My poor horizon, overgrown,
a brittle frame of silhouettes waits only
to be shaken off. Until the final
clarity of darkness, you
defy all grasping, terrible
and serene; my eyes are overfilled
with colours that are not mine.
Posted at 13:10 on Sunday 25th October 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Original Poetry, Poetry | read on