Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Richard George Poems

81. Realities 10/6/2005
82. The Funding Lottery 6/25/2005
83. Oblivion 6/25/2005
84. My Lover Out Of Time 6/9/2005
85. The Way Back From Therapy 5/30/2005
86. Alison 6/3/2005
87. Raining Kettles And Walking Sticks (Bryntitli, Above Llangurig, April 1992) 6/7/2005
88. Tate Gaia 5/30/2005
89. The Wordscape Of Hertfordshire 5/30/2005
90. The Kazakh In University City 5/3/2005
91. Penetralia 9/5/2005
92. She Talked Too Loud 4/5/2005
93. To A Woman I Have Never Met 6/28/2007
94. Reference Section 8/2/2007
95. Parenthesis: Leicestershire 8/16/2007
96. Abergavenny To Blaenavon 8/30/2007
97. The Ark Of Foregone Conclusions 1/27/2008
98. The Gargoyle Kiosk 1/27/2008
99. The Perils Of Plant Science 2/3/2008
100. Misattribution 2/3/2008
101. The Unknown Sabine 2/10/2008
102. Second Kittenhood 2/10/2008
103. The Meagre 2/24/2008
104. The Oddity Of Species 6/21/2008
105. Horus 6/21/2008
106. In Concert 6/21/2008
107. Digital Compression 6/21/2008
108. Coming To Terms With Karadjic 8/14/2008
109. Love's Viva 11/13/2008
110. The Portent Laboratory 11/13/2008
111. Baedeker: Balkhash 12/7/2008
112. From Experience 12/7/2008
113. To An Inept Suitor 4/16/2009
114. First Harbingers 4/16/2009
115. Bible Dust 4/16/2009
116. A Private View 9/21/2009
117. Aardvarks On The Moon 9/22/2009
118. Ghost Girls 9/23/2009
119. Innominata 9/24/2009
120. 366 Days Later 9/25/2009
Best Poem of Richard George

Eclipse: A Haiku Sequence

Imperceptible
at first, sunlight changing; then
dusky, or faded,

filter on the lens
encroaching, sky blue into
grey, then grey-lilac,

colours blur, textures,
shadows cast paler, out of
focus, sudden cold

strikes us uneasy,
half moon sun on leaves jangles
crescent reflections,

dragonflies hawk the
gloom, birds on their way homewards,
green murk of low cloud

BLINKS OUT: OUR DARK STAR,
OBSIDIAN RADIANCE,
CUT CARBON DIAMOND

and back, like a switch,
heavens as dawn six o'clock,
luminous, bleary -

to...

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The Amniotic Briny

Glaucous eye of Homer
inscrutable, then turquoise shoaled
violet, wink of the wisp,
down the man-mountain she draws
me, slow of step, rapt in her procession.

Her breath is on my face
as I barefoot hard shingle.
Returning, all are returning who gaze

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