Corpses of Winter

For my prompt at Real Toads – two line poems in the manner of Ezra Pound, In The Station of the Metro, the ultimate of imagist poetry.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Corpses of Winter
Dead leaves cover the earth beneath the trees –
Sharp winds blow removing the corpses of winter.


For Kerry’s prompt at Real Toads, Let’s Be Imagists.  As a Note:  T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound are two of my favorite poets. I fell in love with them when I was thirteen.  This is Day 25 of NAPOWRIMO.

“Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.” Ezra Pound

Blue sky
White clouds
Black rocks
Green ocean.
Seagulls dive cutting the scene into

In the Backyard at Night

In the manner of Ezra Pound’s In the Station the a Metro. In its entirety:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

For those of you who think all poems must be long.

In the Backyard at Night
the clouds drift and cover the full moon.
a coyote carries a dead rabbit in its mouth.


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