tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24624554448923241282011-04-22T03:24:18.628+01:00A place for my short poemsmawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-71001204651077945292009-02-20T23:16:00.003Z2009-02-20T23:20:07.269Z2009-02-20T23:20:07.269Zamidst lions<br />a young buck<br />finds his feet<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-7100120465107794529?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/E-KhtuRR628" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/epiphany.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-6489540350557435892008-12-13T17:25:00.003Z2008-12-13T17:31:36.956Z2008-12-13T17:31:36.956Za massive stroke<br />the last leaf of autumn<br />takes forever to fall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-648954035055743589?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/8RQBd2vfLa0" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/12/kate.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-22972602624672348962008-09-16T15:48:00.002+01:002008-09-16T15:52:30.510+01:002008-09-16T15:52:30.510+01:00tonight at dusk<br />a god will paint the sky<br />with watercolours<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-2297260262467234896?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/iZYANBOC63g" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/09/artist.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-88982244530520022382008-09-05T19:36:00.001+01:002008-09-05T19:39:18.245+01:002008-09-05T19:39:18.245+01:00Some are beautiful<br />only when they are awake.<br />And vice versa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-8898224453052002238?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/ZEk7CzMVqkk" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/09/dialectic-of-beauty.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-25664706091191159852008-08-21T12:00:00.001+01:002008-08-21T12:00:00.807+01:002008-08-21T12:00:00.807+01:00in a shop window<br />I spy an anxious clumsy youth<br />and a grown man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-2566470609119115985?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/61k19pvH-ZA" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/window-shopping.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-21695679523614047742008-08-21T06:00:00.001+01:002008-08-21T06:00:01.192+01:002008-08-21T06:00:01.192+01:00feet up, head back<br />she waits for an answer<br />knuckles white<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-2169567952361404774?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/Pl-9p0Hz2N4" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/deceit.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-67920569479803030472008-08-20T18:00:00.001+01:002008-08-21T01:25:47.432+01:002008-08-21T01:25:47.432+01:00in summer<br />in a pine box in the city<br />grows a pine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-6792056947980303047?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/ObCI4x7JJCI" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-summer-in-pine-box-in-city-grows.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-24520319114699325922008-08-20T14:21:00.001+01:002008-08-20T14:22:55.523+01:002008-08-20T14:22:55.523+01:00night bus,<br />an old couple, eyes wrinkled<br />only for each other<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-2452031911469932592?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/po6lGaRU5ec" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-not-young.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-52945231515268847672008-08-19T19:12:00.004+01:002008-08-20T14:28:52.676+01:002008-08-20T14:28:52.676+01:00afternoon rush<br />hair on a strangers neck<br />unbound<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-5294523151526884767?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/BqTbuLqBgYo" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/bus-ride.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-69374101993989555592008-08-19T18:00:00.002+01:002008-08-19T18:00:00.404+01:002008-08-19T18:00:00.404+01:00a zephyr<br />wakes me from my nap ‒<br />a passing dove<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-6937410199398955559?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/NlXyGE6wAsU" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/zephyr.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-956199859865127152008-08-19T11:53:00.003+01:002008-08-20T14:30:08.758+01:002008-08-20T14:30:08.758+01:00everything I<br />know about you<br />is in a book<br />that I keep<br />in my head<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-95619985986512715?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/ZM8SxzUHWf0" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-whom-it-may-concern.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-21384244634623019972008-08-19T11:46:00.001+01:002008-08-19T11:50:58.159+01:002008-08-19T11:50:58.159+01:00at the club they dance<br />he in front of everybody<br />she alone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-2138424463462301997?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/X9_NTWtCRHk" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/club.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-2265133143513927272008-08-19T06:00:00.003+01:002008-08-19T06:00:01.019+01:002008-08-19T06:00:01.019+01:00snowy pines<br />white wolves hunting ‒<br />in his beard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-226513314351392727?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/l8xh-L_BHEg" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/hunters.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-87606041735926948812008-08-18T18:00:00.000+01:002008-08-18T18:00:00.246+01:002008-08-18T18:00:00.246+01:00december snow -<br />the black cat is hunting<br />for a place to go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-8760604173592694881?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/mHYR-sp1L3g" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/cover.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-44853408047235978222008-08-18T06:00:00.003+01:002008-08-18T06:00:01.852+01:002008-08-18T06:00:01.852+01:00cutting winter fuel<br />the half-remembered blackbird —<br />his father's voice<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-4485340804723597822?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/yhxVX2S3_s8" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/blackbird.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-28313091794273604772008-08-17T18:00:00.000+01:002008-08-17T18:00:00.883+01:002008-08-17T18:00:00.883+01:00muffled and cloaked<br />the soldier leans on his cane<br />to hear the debate<br />rested he leaves on the wind<br />a plague on both their houses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-2831309179427360477?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/swYShxMBZnM" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/veteran.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-35971573584523130792008-08-17T11:30:00.001+01:002008-08-17T11:30:00.327+01:002008-08-17T11:30:00.327+01:00bathed in sweat<br />the boy learns a secret<br />known to all<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-3597157358452313079?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/YrvoD9ZJ4kE" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/discovery.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-45110811622495847172008-08-17T08:00:00.001+01:002008-08-17T08:00:00.539+01:002008-08-17T08:00:00.539+01:00between black bricks<br />rooted in mortar<br />a buddleia blooms<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-4511081162249584717?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/New2QimjHqs" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/butterfly-bridge.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-84708904681738625882008-08-17T06:00:00.002+01:002008-08-18T01:39:28.956+01:002008-08-18T01:39:28.956+01:00put away my pen —<br />a masterful seduction<br /> for the letter box<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-8470890468173862588?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/F04efM67644" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-box.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-84063200828755368932008-08-17T01:13:00.003+01:002008-08-17T01:59:01.315+01:002008-08-17T01:59:01.315+01:00winter storm —<br />the old man decides<br />to lie down<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-8406320082875536893?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/IHouZpTYPDI" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/choice.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-83536824443229587592008-08-16T21:00:00.000+01:002008-08-16T21:00:01.474+01:002008-08-16T21:00:01.474+01:00sun follows rain<br />the fresh mud<br />drying hard<br />her pretty smile<br />at his suggestion<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-8353682444322958759?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/-3cPX9nix8o" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/impertinent-boy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-71004060270523224162008-08-16T20:00:00.000+01:002008-08-16T20:00:00.903+01:002008-08-16T20:00:00.903+01:00You people scare me,<br />with your secret silent rules.<br />But I have a brain.<br />I will analyze your ways.<br />I will pass for one of you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-7100406027052322416?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/yr5q-j41tfI" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-learning-to-pass.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-83779246334471425922008-08-16T19:00:00.001+01:002008-08-16T23:51:14.488+01:002008-08-16T23:51:14.488+01:00morning chill<br />my late father watches<br />as I shave<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-8377924633447142592?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/uQjlSRf5N1c" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-living-up-to-memory.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-11284639700895551982008-08-16T18:00:00.001+01:002008-10-15T14:52:10.724+01:002008-10-15T14:52:10.724+01:00as she sleeps<br />watching her breath on the cold air<br />I am undone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-1128463970089555198?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/gOwm9Ephs1M" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/undone.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462455444892324128.post-73652365842319014032008-08-16T17:00:00.000+01:002008-08-16T17:00:01.348+01:002008-08-16T17:00:01.348+01:00the twittering flock<br />silent for a moment<br />she looks away and smiles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462455444892324128-7365236584231901403?l=shortformpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/shortform/~4/o7OWBOpaKxU" height="1" width="1"/>mawhinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11506884605159816172noreply@blogger.com0http://shortformpoems.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-looks-away.html