Short Reprieves Poems

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Snow soaks the stuffing out of leaves
Like all the frigid, no one grieves
Like any broken heart
In Spring leaves fall apart
For Nature never gives reprieves
Form: Limerick


Unitatis

People tend to respect, respect,
both given and received

The dignity of every life,
in one-on-one reprieves

People tend to share the joy,
while closeting the pain

Humanity as best displayed
—when we are all to gain

(Austin Park: March, 2021)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Haiku Crazy

Cacophonus crow
Raucously robbing robins..
Pandemonium


Pitiful petunias pray..
Salivating snail..
Duck delicacy

Sweet spring surprises
Doe dining delicately
Nature nourishes

Hungry hawk hovers
Quiet quail quakes and quivers
Corn cover conceals

Winners and losers
Natures game of survival
No reprieves granted



Won no. 10 spot
Form: Haiku

Art In Heaven

I pity when the poetry runs dead.
When paper's not around.
When thoughts and words are all we have
and feet are on the ground.

When nature's made in all emotions
and records fallen leaves.
When nothing more than art in Heaven
should bring about reprieves.

A world where only Father knows
it's beauty to an end.
Where all might be apart of it
and have it whole to mend.
Form: Quatrain

Snow Poem

Snow’s mute mica
glimmers and arches
in aging trees
under the quiet unction of snow.

Always
we must be going
nowhere.

There are few reprieves
or commuted sentences of snow.

We are past pleasure—
contemplation
is an afterthought—
fresh rabbit tracks
in newly fallen snow
through frosted windows—
pale moons of blood
blurred white
around ivory edges
of a perfect world.
© Glen Enloe  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member There Will Be an End

There will be an end to the universe,
     the galaxies and the stars,
less grandiose will be the end of you and me,
     although I like to think our love was written 
in the music of the spheres,
     a fate accompli, as it were,
except Latin is the same as Greek to me,
     and you are certainly a puzzle
I have failed to decipher,
     an enigma of space and time and future past~
the repeating patterns of living and of passionate reprieves.

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