Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 8, 2012
A riding mower buzzes on the sun filled lawn
Carefully watched by curved egrets
With graceful necks and long legs poised
To take advantage of grass cuttings insect chaos
A bladed pied piper for feathered strutters
In their white finery soon joined by doves
Come to enjoy the festival of seeds spread
By the gardeners bustling machine
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 7, 2012
Birds determined to be heard
Songsters trills and whistles
Dovish variations on cooing
Ever hopeful of a conquest
A male struts and bows
Met with indifferent foraging
By a turquoise faced female
Soon in flight
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 6, 2012
This is a story
As if told by Borges
But the Latin Greek
And biblical references
All of the arcane texts
Have been replaced by
Unpublished poetry lines
Written in hidden moments
Where mirrors speak to each other
Overheard by the Minotaur
Who has forgotten how to read
Though surrounded by libraries
Of all that has been written
In the endless world
He may have created
Where nothing is certain
He has tired of solitude
And awaits the Savior
Who may come with a sword
Or send Noah’s dove
Perhaps a rainbow
But Theseus comes
Surprised the Minotaur
Acquiesces so easily
To be one again
With all that is
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 4, 2012
Rain thrums down on hibiscus and plumeria
Pelts the plantation cottage tin roof
Plips and plops on patio stones
Washes out other sounds
As evening's interim role begins
In the play of night and day
Too early for candle light
Too dark to read on the porch
Now a gentle patter defeats
Rhetorical possibility
With its quiet simplicity
Gray clouds disappear
In unshadowed dark
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on March 4, 2012
Into the black pond
Water falls in white bursts
Framed by rainbow mists
Rushes down the valley
Meanders green meadows
Merges with rumbling surf
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