frozen raindrop

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 12:55:00 +0000

Three birds diverge fast,
their branch crashing to the ground,
and silence resumes

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 23:44:00 +0000

Suburban midnight –
ranging empty taxi and
forlorn orange skirt

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 19:34:00 +0000

The CD player
ticks silent seconds in the
car next to my bus

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:49:00 +0000

Oh revelation –
'til today I never knew
that rainbows could wink

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:41:00 +0000

Bus girl, phone in sick –
only work uniforms can
make red so lifeless

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 06:13:00 +0000

Tiny pinprick holes
in the blind at the window
make constellations

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 09:04:00 +0000

Our visitors leave
down the valley side, to the
southern hemisphere

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 17:35:00 +0000

A job will be done
if, my baby, you always
laugh at cats and rain

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 09:55:00 +0000

Cut branches grow back,
weeds return to bared soil, with
something like fierceness

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 13:08:00 +0000

Oh angry driver –
someone should tell you you can't
pick fights with hailstones

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 10:31:00 +0000

A snail at the foot
of a tall tomato plant,
psyching himself up

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 14:24:00 +0000

3pm – the day,
like its first pint, now settling,
clarified at last

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 17:37:00 +0000

The dark brown waters
of the Humber's gaping mouth
don't notice my train

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 11:14:00 +0000

Disappointingly,
passing by Lord's cricket ground,
no six hits my bus

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 21:48:00 +0000

"We will never die,"
sing the band, while down the front
all the oldies mosh

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 22:36:00 +0000

Before the popshow,
after one more day at home,
the jangle of night

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 12:20:00 +0000

Between the baby
waking and starting to cry
there's a full moment

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 16:11:00 +0000

Not so much a drum,
more an endless paper tear,
the sound of the rain

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 14:17:00 +0000

Look at the seconds
ticking on the station clock,
try and make them stop

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 06:48:00 +0000

First song of the day:
the melodic tinkle of
cornflakes on your bowl

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 18:12:00 +0000

Having voted Green,
I leave the polling station;
traffic thunders by

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 18:36:00 +0000

Young couple parting
on a corner with kisses,
take my sadness too.

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:17:00 +0000

The door's wide open
but you opt to sulk indoors,
oh contrary bee

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 09:04:00 +0000

The garden is so
heavily teeming, you can
almost hear buds split

noreply@blogger.com (Pete Green) — Sun, 31 May 2009 16:24:00 +0000

We dash like sprinters
for the train that's replatformed,
due in twelve minutes