Monday, January 16, 2017

#MicropoetryMonday - January 9 - 15, 2017



Here's all of the micropoems I've written this past week! Some were previously shared on Twitter & others are brand new! Enjoy!


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Photo Courtesy of Angmara Photography



"Blackboard of Death"

In eternal sleep
you're urged to keep
wiping clean
your chalkdust sins
'til what's buried deep is gleaned


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Her letter was lilac laced
A hint of crimson
Marked her signature
A reminder,
A piece of the price she'd pay
To conceal secrets


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Candy "with a K"
majored in chemical dependency
Easily unwrapped,
saccharin blooded
She chewed boys up & spit them out,
Her specialty


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Queen of Cups divines
gaps in her love's sentimental lines
Silence tells of his crimes
So, over wine, she inquires
what they mean


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wandering mind
connects star puzzles,
looks for road signs in the sky

flies too high,
catches a cosmic train home
just in time


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Loving her was a mystic rite
An Invitation Only Initiation
To be branded with her signet every night
'Twas worth the tribulations


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Haiku:







You can keep those storms
to yourself. Clashing hurricanes.
War tornadoes.


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You're all too scary
Your mouths don't match your faces
I can't read your fonts


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Left behind; an
abandoned instrument. Unplayed
because music died.


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If I'm a machine
I need an update, a re-
wiring of my code


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"Melancholic Nourishment"

Starving soul vampires
satiated by sadness
sup sobbing spirits


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Silver snow flurries
skip, float, hop across cheekbones;
Just a touch of joy


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People protest pro-
found punch-drunk paradoxes.
Pity partisans.


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Every time I feel
good I'm afraid to sleep for
fear of ruining it


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"Perfect Pearl"

Guarded. All clammed shut.
Inside shines a perfect pearl.
Come on. Open up.


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Still from "Heavenly Creatures"




VSS (Very Short Stories):


"Brilliant"

They'd learn. She'd murder anyone
unappreciative of her brilliant ideas.


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"Compass"

Internal direction guides inner purpose.
Moral compasses aid in choice.


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I had to fly once my wings popped.
I just took off, too. They said I let
the whole world down. How could
I care, though?



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"Sunrise"

Another toss and turn night.
Asleep after sunrise once again.


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"Flowers"

Phantom smells of flowers and
fire force my eyelids open.


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