Poem Category: Miscellaneous

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

Still smoking
sifted from the house
unburnt treasures.

Paper coffee cup
the whole cemetery
moved with the wind.

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

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

Comet
the whole sea of stars
to roam alone in.

Garden table
Wordsworth melting
in the April showers.

Storm ends
the starfish releasing
each other’s fingers.

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

Garden shed
some old haiku found
re-wording a few.