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.

Heron

Another entry for the Imagist Poetry prompt over at dVerse. http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/28/image-ine-dverse-meeting-the-bar/ Even if you say you don’t care for poetry, I think you will like these linked poems.  No photo for this.  The poem is the image.

Heron
Lazy creek lined on both sides
by thick cedars – water the ancient color
of burnt sienna dyed by cedar tannins.
The marshland is silent.
The couple in the slowly floating canoe is silent.
A heron standing one legged in the creek
watches them pass.
He dips his beak in the water
before lifting himself to the sky.

White Roses

Today at dVerse Poets Pub, Victoria is handling the prompt to Meet the Bar.  We are to write a poem in the style of the Imagists – namely, William Carlos Williams.  A wonderful poetic style where less is truly more.  For more about Williams and the Imagist movement, here is a link:  http://www.poemhunter.com/william-carlos-williams/  My favorite poem by him is the wonderful and whimsical Plum.  Read it and find out why it has been on my refrigerator door for years.   Visit us at dVerse for different takes on Imagist poems in this style.  Below is mine.  I hope I did this amazing poet justice and met the bar.  http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/28/image-ine-dverse-meeting-the-bar/

White Roses
The bouquet of white roses from my husband
has begun to fade,
petals dropping on the table.
Outside,
The first snow begins.

White Roses in a Vase – Henri Fantin-Latour