Short Lath Poems

Moths and flames their shadows dancing
      Lighted candles with dinner at eight,
            Alive music in the parlor from a box.
                    A few crickets on the lawn as sleep nears.
Jumping,
       Spotted puppies amid cats in the yard
DOES NOT COMPARE
    To the warmth of
              FRIENDS....

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Out on the heath hies a lady in white,
Riding a giant toad;
Who is that woman, luminescently bright,
Spurring her steed on the road?

West Country witch whom, legends recount,
Transformed her man with a spell:
Cuckolding lover, she made him her mount—
Unclad, she straddles him well.

Reptile croaking along on the path;
Lady, equestrienne witch,
Whacking his scaly skin with a lath,
Hopping each brook and broad ditch....

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Moonlight eases through crevices
dancing across frosted panes.

Reflective slivers thread bare
crawl over lath and plaster
like braille written for the sighted.

A canopy recognized only through
the digits of millenniums gone by,
transcending day into night,
night into day.

What far light is lost to others
while shifting upon the wall,

for darkness can not be a fear
to those who've merely imagined
moonlights landscape....

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When the whispers of dusk dissipates rapidly,
And the whiskers of dawn displays happily,
The lath of life deals dew on sodden grace.
In the glare of blazing beam will the sun
Surmise above uncertainty to declare the fore.
Mellow hands are reclined in graceful supplication
For what you bear ahead the bare sane recluses.
But when the ears of primal reel meticulously adhere,
The grid of lines hovering on heels will melifluosly adorn....

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