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My First poem posted here May 2007 was  an enigmatic Lanterne

Viduage

Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.

My First ekphrasis (poem no 2 here ) BELLA

Bella

He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.

An Ekphrasis in lanterne  sequence on Marc Chagall

MY FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE poem no 3 here. a favoured form  AN ALLITERATION

Connections
Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !

MY FIRST IMAGIST POEM -REFLECTIONS

Reflections

Deep into the pool
A blue moon,ephemeral,
Below white-coated peaks,
Bleak and surreal,
The transient image too soon
Dissolves,and ripples into space,
As water though my grasp.

MY FIRST CINQUAIN (after Adelaide Crapsey)

Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast

MY FIRST HIKU 

On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air
why hiku ?

HAIKU means  the ' phonetical&cultural original 'in Japanese'

whereas HIKU

is the English language version(including translations)with similar economy of words without "telling all" thereby to ' show ' (conforming to the key to true imagist poetry),&to avoid 'as'&'to' & the use of past tense verbs (often without verbs,adverbs,adjectives )A verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format& inherently enigmatic & still with a caesura and surprise ending

MY FIRST TANKA- BREAKING UP

apart again
crestfallen within
my longing persists-
we dis-engage
into parallel lives

FIRST FOOTLE Jan 2009 (Plural footles never really appealed- I prefer my original creation)

Footle-Bonnie & Clyde

too snide

both died

MY FIRST(& Only PRIZE WINNER POEM )(75$ iN THOSE Soup  DAYS OF 2007)

ELEVEN :ELEVEN: ELEVEN

Chill breath of autumn
Sears the poppy scarlet red,
On his memory'd cenotaph.

Tears trickle in the furrowed
Faces of young comrades
.....now long dead

MY FIRST OPEN FORM

CONCEPTION
Standing
as in a dream
            bemused
in my private world
alone

and yet surrounded
by others

                thoughts
read
digested
and considered


waiting
listening then
             writing
my verse
I awake,content

until the next
time

( Year Posted 2012) OPEN(visual) VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'


MY FIRST BLOG -HIGH&WIDE-DEEP&LONG (from 2007)
Augustine(died 604)said of John's gospel.."it is deep enough for an elephant to swim and shallow enogh for a child not to drown"...Not too many books or poems could make such a claim,often falling between one or the other.Although it is perhaps,one of theintellectual aspirations to which some poetry sometmes attains.A useful goal in any event.
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