Poem Category: Seven lines

Party.
she gives
slow watchful eyes,
the contained smile,the blink
that knows your touch,the hair
in falls to hide,the clues to some
past hurt

Panther.
fierce brained
the steel green eyes
the pacing gait,the cage
around the stench, the snarl
between the teeth,the loss of all
you know

Eagle.
dull minds
these pigeon things,
just pecking seeds,the coos
inside the nests,the heads
they bob to walk,I King of skies
eat birds

Tourists.
the sounds
an island makes,
the swishing palms,the gulls
in fights for food,the rush
of curling waves,the laughs of two
out deep

Horizons.
fly high
you migrant geese,
the season’s change,the call
to father lands,the stars
that guide the minds,the winds have brought
you far

Beyond.
death brings
the last long sleep
the gentle pull,the breath
that leaves the room,the peace
the loss desires,the way to be
soon whole

Winter.
some men
must test the real
the naked monk,the snow
feeding the steam, the Zen
sitting in it,the hour to watch
his pain

Zoo.
past bars
apes grin,cuddle
their beg for nuts, the groom
for biting fleas,the chase
around the mates,the milk for one
new born

Town.
the birds
that peck at earth
the vacant street, the girl
who grooms her horse, the sun
on glints of cars,the scent of winds
passed here

Winters.
fogs have
their secret place,
the peeling shed, the rose
between the thorns, the shade
beside the path,the space that fills
old cars