Thursday, March 5, 2015

More Imagistic Poems

A Dying fly

A fly spins like a child’s top on its thin wings,
Lacking strength to lift an inch off the colorless tile floor.

An Icicle

An icicle drips high above
A running car;
Three feet of pointed glass
Dripping on it.

Old Christmas Lights

Old Christmas lights uncurl, revealing
The rusted metal railing underneath
Their bulbs of blinking white.

An Old Sock

A once sky blue, but
Now grayed, ankle sock lies;
Half-uncovered in the receding snow.

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