Circles Poems

Circles Spread on the Surface

Circles spread on the surface
   And disappear in the pool
And do it so lightly - it must
   Be starting to sprinkle.

Where are the grayish clouds
   I should see in the reflection?
Where are the tapping sounds
   And the shift in the wind?

No - my eyes are dripping tears

black hawk circles me

black hawk circles me
brings in a new recruit too
waiting for my death

I feel threatened
right now. there are six of them
was that a cough?

In the depths of silence, where shadows dance in circles

In the depths of silence, where shadows dance in circles,
A veil of illusions settles over lost thoughts,
Philosophers wander on misty paths, seeking truth,
Yet in the abyss of their minds, the phantoms of their vanity hide.
Through labyrinths of melted wax, they weave words of smoke,
In their temples of thoughts, they raise walls of self-deception,
For each knows

circles

We keep going in circles 
Til we fall to the ground 
The silence is supposed to be quite 
but its getting loud
Slowly i stop breathing 
My heads in the clouds
You can hear my thoughts 
Before i say them out loud 
I hate the way you look at me 
Like if i am your whole world
I

An Osprey Circles

An osprey circles
Hoping I will find a fish for him
A beaver slaps its tail
Yodels to its young
Turtles lounge in the sun
As Swans and Geese negotiate
A doe and fawn cautiously 
Observe my passing
A blue Heron appears
Undisturbed by my presence
Soft breezes tickle the lily pads
As the Dragonflies dance

In Circles

Four whispers of time—
blossom, wildfire, amber, frost.
Earth dreams in circles.

Aerial Acrobats

I watched the birds from afar, they swooped, and they soared right up high, then straight toward the ground,
They made me dizzy, with the patterns they made in swirling circles going around and around,
It was all so fast like a hair-raising race, with each bird desperate to not be last,
Were they friends just playing games

circles of tears

circles of tears

she sat in her closet wrapped up like a ball
wading through old letters containing darkened secrets
reading wrinkled notes and looking through faded photographs
that were left to be forgotten

she tried to forget the haunting memories
that invaded her sleep
the familiar faces buried in her mind
that never freed her from the feeling of being watched

i look

Whispers Between the Circles

In the dim-lit dusk of a shattered world,
where shadows gather but souls do not meet,
I wandered—a hollow echo of Virgil’s path—
between the ruins of ambition and ash.

“This is the way the world begins,”
whispered the dust-voiced guide beside me,
“Not with a bang, but with endless scrolls
and tongues too tired to speak.”

I. The Circle of Silent Spectators
Here,

circles and catcalls

I’m standing in the common room, turning in circles. I’ve so many things to do, all at once, I can’t figure out which way to jump. A time management problem, I suppose, maybe I should have taken that 1 credit
‘project management’ class I sloughed off. We live and we learn.

Leong was sitting, leg crossed on

CIRCLES

AN OPEN VERSE FORM 

sovereign
       spheres
with
prerogative
      authority
actuated
    in reverse

visually
   proclaimed
in
an ornamental
                    panoramic

Swimming in circles

Swimming in circles it’s the only direction I know 
Swimming in circles as there is no other way direction to go 

Swimming in circles is driving me out of my mind 
Swimming in circles looking for an exit I can’t seem to find.

Swimming in circles seeing the same old thing
Swimming in circles what will the

Steeped in Legend The Mallard Mimic

The Mallard Mimic 
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic

Concentric Circles

Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder
As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after
Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander
To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter? 

Ptolemy imagined a play staged at his own residence
There the Gods heaved upon us all their vain existence
Trapped by Humanity's Ego, blind to exposed evidence
His

Alien Armpits

alien armpits 
dripping shimmering sweat orbs
on the crop circle  

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