Monday, July 24, 2017

#MicropoetryMonday - July 17 - 23, 2017







Micropoems:


Ahh, Kentucky!

I had a long distance
summer romance
when I was young
with a boy from KY

Our love rolled
just like the hills


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Under watchful eye,
sleeping soundly,
under guiding light

Dreaming in sun splashes,
feeling comfort of phosphenes,
gentle bright


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vibrance can be loud
piercing
eyes of neon

a blinding kind of song
from a throat
from the air

take cover
i'm covered
i'm scared


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Man on the moon,
deep in guilt
Lunar love--
I gave fully
I swelled with pride
I beamed--
You met me half way
half moon,
untrusting


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Aurora Borealis in your night sky
and I'm waiting for the sun to set on my loneliness

Soon, the eclipse will come
and we'll meet in the air


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even next to you,
me leaning into
your tiny bird frame

you're fading,
and we're still bridging the shores
between us


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I'll take your sprinkling of rain
It'll do to refresh me for a moment
I'll ponder reflections
in those glass teardrops


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My eyes skim

the surface

of you floating on your back,

glittering mermaid

standing out;

an emerald

on the jeweled lake


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This old poet
ran wild once,
singing of suffering & death
I was entranced by brilliant verbiage
dripping from his wagging tongue


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Severing shadows
They followed too close,
Consumed me

I'm banishing them
They can stay behind me
Because love is here and now


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Circus music played
and you danced around
your paints—a menagerie
of color and splendor,
companionship of sound


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blood dotted
'blanc bras'
you taught me that
it meant white arm
you said etchings
I said self harm
droplets of fire
cries for help


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Seeds in small hands

leaving legacies
Gifts to grow, plants of hope

so future generations
can dance again
in green fields


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We'll meet,
clasping wings
after the journey

Together, we'll fly
and we'll part
once the clouds do

It's what must be done


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A too late discovery

We cry over lost chances
but faithfully

strain our eyes
to see the traces
of magic left behind


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A past life,
revisited

There's brightness in an old soul,
somewhere

Layers under layers,
inquisitive


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I'm calling the water
to come down

The stillness answers
with a sky full of clouds

I dance for the raindrops
to fall to the ground


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Onyx raven
speaks esoterically
to the children who listen
to the symphony of the night
where omniscient eyes
move beyond worlds


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Sirens

a warning call
a lulling lullaby

the eye of the beholder
the ears of the spelled
the danger of falling in too deep


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Hours of exquisite words
Imprinted images on stinging eyes
Poetry becomes an obsession
An attainable source of pain & bliss


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Haiku:





the seagulls catch the
tail end of the nor'easter
take their precious flight


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His quicksand tactics,
leveling the playing field
by sinking down deep


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VSS (Very Short Stories):


"Imagine"

They finally arrived in places
beyond what they could imagine.


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WIP (Works in Progress): Sneak Peek Lines


She said I was so selfish with my secrets
I said I gotta hang on to something


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It was so humid mom said Mother Nature had a sweat lodge ceremony.
It explained why we were all in a constant state of purging.


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"This place is odd. Everyone running around looking for themselves in other people."
"If you think that's strange, wait until they find it."


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