Don Pearson

Rookie - 15 Points (12/01/1950 / England)

Don Pearson Poems

1. Chanté 1/25/2008
2. Rain 1/25/2008
3. Friend 1/26/2008
4. Learning 1/26/2008
5. Casino 1/26/2008
6. Shift 1/30/2008
7. Eddies 6/5/2008
8. Mulberry 6/5/2008
9. Olympians 8/20/2008
10. Olympians2 8/21/2008
11. Gull 7/16/2007
12. Evening 8/7/2007
13. Man1 12/30/2007
14. Man2 12/30/2007
15. Oracle 12/30/2007
16. Eclipse 12/30/2007
17. Fathers 1/25/2008
18. Millennia 8/21/2008
19. Cyberdawlish 8/30/2008
20. Devonslope 9/1/2008
21. Sonnet 9/9/2008
22. Walls 9/20/2008
23. Prometheus 9/21/2008
24. Cat 5/10/2009
25. Dawlish Christ - Sonnet 5/15/2009
26. Bridge Etiquette 6/11/2009
27. Meeting 6/17/2009
28. Butterfly - Haiku 6/17/2009
29. Candle 3/26/2010
30. Grandad’s Cats - For Children 6/12/2010
31. Poppies 7/21/2010
32. Books - Haiku 11/12/2010
33. Alone 11/12/2010
34. Remembrance 11/22/2010
35. Grief - Limerick 2/25/2011
36. Gate - Haiku 6/26/2009
37. Glass - Haiku 7/18/2009
38. Age2 10/1/2009
39. Flynn 10/1/2009
40. Auckland - Haiku 2/19/2010
Best Poem of Don Pearson

Beauty

(For Annabel Jones)

I have walked with beauty, seen it set in stones,
Run my hands across it, thrilled to hear its tones,
Tickled it from rivers, swum with it at sea,
Joined with it in passion, watched it run from me.

I've seen beauty on the plains, running in the grass,
Soaring in the mountains, brought close through a glass,
Glimpsed it in the forest, awful, striped and fell,
Caught its flashing azure flight in a lakeside dell.

Now the Teign is swathed in mist, merging with the sea,
There a fern is growing on a mossy tree.
To the West, the...

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Gull

I lived for years in a deep dark cave
Where the flowers never grew.
Then I moved here to the world’s end
Where the screaming seagulls flew.

I found myself by the swirling sea
With crumbling cliffs of sand.
Surf that is neither sea nor air
Lies between water and land.

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