Best Limpid Poems

midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by...

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The ship in the habor on silvery seas
Lay vacant outspread 'neath the glassy moon
Drifting in cold whispers of the night
Like a drunk man shriveled on...

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Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns...

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[in Rhyme Rhupunt: a,a,a,b c,c,c,b]

At water’s edge there danced below,
amid the ripple and the flow,
royal blue and sun aglow—
and ragged clouds in limpid sky.

Standing tall...

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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the...

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We sat upon the rocks, my love and I

Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea

And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky

I asked her,...

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geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell 

white frost at daybreak 
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog

an ice blizzard...

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Big things in small packages, so goes the phrase
       And astounding, a spoonful of snow, in such ways

A thousand...

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That is the path I've chosen,
covered with soft blades of grass
hedged with variegated hostas,
and moonlight filtering 
through hanging willow trees.
The winding path tilts slightly uphill,
towards...

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within the parting of titian stained skies
a wisp of crimson elapses from sight
as a gossamery wind amplifies
lullabies falling limpid in hushed night

beneath the willow, i...

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Far away, from the rim of the Earth
Beyond the oceans, beyond human reach,
Across realms, I have found my way,
Into the aerial pockets of the blue.

On...

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Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby. 

I chased rose...

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 I remember that day
As clear as the crystal springs in June
When the sun rose upon a gladsome sky
Bursting through the harbor and the fields
As...

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Mediterranean island, where one finds so much to do
Abundant days of sunshine and the sea is limpid blue
Lavender, thyme and laurel; history spreads in rich...

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Rising of the red dragon,
roaring loud clap of thunder,
wings spread from a trap dungeon,
on top a summit underground well.

An old English Falcon knight,
the bells summon,...

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