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RANDOM POEMS 50

-saiom shriver-

BIRD WATCHER



The bird watchers

were on their quest

to see the winged ones

with rosy breast

the feathered ones

of bright gold crest

the babies with

their downy vests.

Later they sat down

as a fine restaurant's guests

to food prayer blessed

and ate

pheasant field dressed

and as they lifted

their goblets they

lifted glass from

the dish of duck pressed.







CORNFIELD FRAMED



A gold green cornfield

in white Queen Anne's lace

framed..

a cornfield into which

no harvester put his

heavy killing tread





MOON SLIVERS



Through the sky

the moon sails

Through the sea

she reflected slides

but through the

tree branch sieves

and through

cloud sleeves

she comes on

silver slippers

... leaving

behind her

footprints of

silver slivers









BEAUTY'S TRUNK



As many chipped away

in ladder building

Ganesha on a high hill

looking oer the thousands

on the plains below..

unfurled his infinite trunk

and selected Jan of the

most beautiful heart..

for that was what

drew his magnet

..wound his trunk around

her waist.. and lifted

her up to the plateau

of grace





VERONICA'S VEIL



A clover veil..

does violet the vale..

and the sun's light

ultraviolet

.. in many hues prevails.



GIFT OF BEAUTY



She did not want

in that life that

beauty be bequeathed

..

she did not want

the wrapping

to be more beautiful

than the gift..

nor the unwanted lust

of men following her

as if she were

a dog in heat..

nor the jealousy of women

to bar her from their

hearts.... nor

to see her body as

any more than the glove

of Spirit



FIR TREE IN THE SUN



Branches of the fir

tree still covered in

snow..

but melting in the sun

.. both lace shawl

and jeweled rhinestones

.. but it is the melting

drops

which in the sun glow



SHAPE MATTERS NOT





The fat clumps in the clouds

matter not when she has

been rained into the sea

The icebergs sharp shards

matter not when she

has melted into the sea

The jigsaw puzzle's

strange angles

matter not when she

has merged in the picture

The log's scars

matter not when

she has been spiritized

by fire.



(not meant as an endorsement

of burning dead trees or

of burning trees without checking

logs for ants, spiders etc.)









THE GIFT OF BELIEF



Lasting as long

as the dewdrop in

the dawn sun or

the snowflake in

the spring stream

was his belief...

so brief..

until he witnessed

how God uncurls

the limehued leaf