Spotlight
This page is for my current favourite. Of course I have a connection to all of the poems but, just like the changing seasons, some days I like one a little bit more and the next day I'll like another (I'm fickle that way). So that said, the little poem that currently sticks with me is:
waiting for winter
I hum a tune
pulling weeds
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perfect night
were my life
such a moon
swirling tide
knee deep
in summer
first to show it
an autumn shiver
through the web
followed by
the wires song
kingfisher
summer days
pipi bubbles
in the tide
sage flowers
gum trees
stuffed with birds
empty bay
I spoil
the view
steep hills
tracks and sheep
lean a bit
rosemary bush
bees leapfrogging
flowers
frost melt
lake cooling
the sky
winter winds
bits of wool lodged
in sunshine
paper flowers
the luminosity
of an ebbing sun
magpie
beyond the tree line
hearing its wings fall
summer bees
do not tarry
my poor orchard
Fujisan -
all paths gather
at your feet
after the rain
long grasses
bowing in gratitude
summer sun
under the lemon tree
....
old cicada
how ugly you are
best keep singing
the snapper swims
a dance
around my hook
or
a dance
the snapper swims
around my hook
counting stars
the old tap
counts too
pouring tea
Geisha turns
the cup
the cicada gone
a sweeter sound
the crickets song
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2017
This page is for my current favourite. Of course I have a connection to all of the poems but, just like the changing seasons, some days I like one a little bit more and the next day I'll like another (I'm fickle that way). So that said, the little poem that currently sticks with me is:
waiting for winter
I hum a tune
pulling weeds
Archive
perfect night
were my life
such a moon
swirling tide
knee deep
in summer
first to show it
an autumn shiver
through the web
followed by
the wires song
kingfisher
summer days
pipi bubbles
in the tide
sage flowers
gum trees
stuffed with birds
empty bay
I spoil
the view
steep hills
tracks and sheep
lean a bit
rosemary bush
bees leapfrogging
flowers
frost melt
lake cooling
the sky
winter winds
bits of wool lodged
in sunshine
paper flowers
the luminosity
of an ebbing sun
magpie
beyond the tree line
hearing its wings fall
summer bees
do not tarry
my poor orchard
Fujisan -
all paths gather
at your feet
after the rain
long grasses
bowing in gratitude
summer sun
under the lemon tree
....
old cicada
how ugly you are
best keep singing
the snapper swims
a dance
around my hook
or
a dance
the snapper swims
around my hook
counting stars
the old tap
counts too
pouring tea
Geisha turns
the cup
the cicada gone
a sweeter sound
the crickets song
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2017