Less is more: adventures in short form poetry

March 6, 2011

Waterfall –
moving
glass.
________

The speed of falling snow
measured in
blinks.
________

Snow-wreathed
roadkill:
still life.
________

Breath
on a moth’s wing
powdered moon.
________

Dawn breaks
sunrise slices
my world in two.
________

No planes
cross the sky
where I walk.
________

Beauty is a horse
without
a saddle.
________

Wheelbarrow
big dipper
gardening at night.
________

Day’s light folds
the sky
twilight bruised.
________

Caught
in time’s light
I break into a run.
________

Icicles fall
in slow drop
motion.
________

The cold is cutting
but I only
bleed breath.
________

Shooting stars
I reload
my telescope.
________

Lunar eclipse
black swan
lake.
________

Silver sheen
lip gloss
moon.
________

A cigarette burns down
unsmoked
dusk falls.
________

Tokyo Christmas
shuffling firs
in geisha slippers.
________

Cock crow fail
Dawn in her
pyjamas.
________

Throwing apples
at an apple
tree.
________

Reading Rimbaud
on the metro
my life blurs.
________

The surge of slow
is
relentless.
________

Snow in Seattle
tastes of
the Pacific.
________

Hard love
marble me
smooth you.

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2 Responses to “Less is more: adventures in short form poetry”

  1. dani said

    brilliant, as always, Peter. i LOVE your poetry!

  2. You see the world through a most expressive way of seeing and even feeling.

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