Molt Poems - Poems about Molt

...like the gold ring embracing my finger yet cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight than within it because illusion is impossibly perfect a space beyond tangibility and compassi......Read the rest...

...In a wave like motion, we began moving across the leaf. We had travelled here together, hundreds in the belief, That our lives would be safer after ten days of pupation. We won’t be so tas......Read the rest...

...Beyond the cabin walls a shimmering molt of starlight brushes brilliance over my black drenched car. Snowflakes fall disappear then appear to float up on weightless whisps breathed out fro......Read the rest...

...Hideous..! he speaketh. His name was Abe of Jabob. His tongue was black of Ivory his skin as florescent as the new moon Hideous..! he spaketh again, mocking the molden doll, Sally His eyes curve ......Read the rest...

...Age 10 slough. Age twenty slough. Age thirty slough. Age forty and fifty slough and so on. Age sixty was a mighty shedding, the polished scales rattling in the very teeth of death. Wriggling......Read the rest...

...A molt of starlight on new snow white slough over black drenched fields. A window captures it all as a freeze-frame. Glass reflects and takes my picture through an eyeless lens. Behind me, a......Read the rest...

...Across the night the shimmering molt of the stars, a wane moon sweeping snow over the black drenched cars, and all unwinding into cisterns of darkness. The chill windowpane captures them all, ......Read the rest...

...The basement I was born in is now a walk-down bistro. I was told about the new use, try to imagine it as a remodeling of that old place. I dream now of yellow caterpillars on green leaves, an......Read the rest...

...Across the night the silence of travelling lights, the shimmering molt of the stars, the moon sweeping snow over the black drenched cars, and all unwinding into cisterns of darkness. The chil......Read the rest...

...Across the night the silence of travelling lights, the shimmering molt of the stars, the moon sweeping snow over the black drenched cars, and all unwinding into cisterns of darkness. The chil......Read the rest...

...The basement is now a walk-down bistro. I was told about the new use. I dream now of yellow caterpillars on green leaves, and green caterpillars on yellow leaves, of the flake of flock wallpape......Read the rest...

...fresh molt of the snake at the edge of forest path my old shoes still snug......Read the rest...

...I watched the shiny crow pluck woolly tufts of winter’s suit from deer neck at his springtime molt. All gathered in his clamping beak he winged towards an unseen nest while deer was grateful for ......Read the rest...

...Ghulam crosses the Indian border to conquer. Bodies vanish; souls wander in the vicarious valleys. Fanatics essay to frighten the music maestro, shouting outside the auditorium. If they si......Read the rest...

...Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected by Michael R. Burch Athena takes me sometimes by the hand and we go levitating through strange Dreamlands where Apollo sleeps in his dark forgetting ......Read the rest...