Short Veldt Poems

the glebe
the veldt
         the steppes
         the glens-
the dells
     filled
     with
     sedge
and
   vetch
     pebbles
      sand
and
   tufts
      of 
       grass
catch
the
wind:
     the salt air
succours
thirsty
poppies
   so fair...

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African Spring  

The rain has settled
liquidy soil
ingested to wait
the blessing of Spring
nature renewed

mystical blooms
surround the veldt
in Africa
endeared by Sun

Clivia
yellow strength
likens Sun

waits for
its kin

Moon

Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
April 20, 2019

* This is a hexaverse poem but not listed on selection...

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With Waheed they had roughly dealt,
The bitterness still deeply felt.
Enroute did Celts him with stones pelt
And he's like the hit with strong belt
"Let's watch him smile and fail to melt"
He won't for all The South's veldt!"

Black Tourist facing Racist Celt:
Any time out of doors would melt.
Begged he had all Celts and down knelt
But they had his feeling not smelt...

Waheed guessed he'd his feet planted
Where both right and left aren't wanted....

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THEIR   LAST   DANCE


Said the lion to the spring-bok
Let’s do  a turn around the veldt
I won’t laugh at  your  figure svelte
If my big hairy head  you don’t mock.


So they danced  there in unison  -
Him feeling she was good enough to eat
Her not want wanting to be his meat  -
Not stopping till day was done.


At the river  they  were hot and  run down
And  stopped to drink  for a while.
There she was snatched by a crocodile
And the lion fell in and did drown....

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