#MicropoetryMonday – February 27 – March 5, 2017

What a writing week last week was for me! My fingers are still aching. 😀 
I’m very happy that so much inspiration flooded me & I’m hoping that 
creative energy will still be with me this week as I tackle
some more projects that I hope to submit. I love that “this is
almost ready for submission” feeling even if it makes me a
little nervous still. It’s awesome when hard work comes to 
completion and also when it comes to fruition.

I will do my best to have a personal update this week too.

Spring is on its way! Hopefully a time for new ideas to bloom. 

Have a great week!








Reckless river
She ran wild
My cannot-be-contained flame
I remember her red curls every Autumn
I see her face in the midday sun

****

Flour dusts the counter
like the fine snow powders the world outside
Gram & I choose to hide
in the kitchen
making frybread
“Knead on, girl”

****

Most would leap at the chance
yet you turn away with
just barely a glance

You’re convinced love is useless
& make your stance

****

Isolation leads to creation
of phantoms
sneaking by
the corner of your eye
Trembling genuflection
Violent resurrection
Be reborn or die

****

No one said we would know them
by smiles,
tips of hats,
vapor napalm breath,
compliments to all low cut things
No, we learn much too late

****

Walking war zone,
cup full of contempt & curses
Lip purses,
finger points
Glares, stares,
open mouth, if you dare
Feels like home

****

It all spins by so fast
Life, the Earth a turquoise blur
Moments, fate or coincidence
A whirlpool to swim through,
currents past

****

Take a truth & call me in the am
The nightmares, doc, they were terrible
I still can’t shake them off me
Clarity
A dose destined to haunt me

****

Photo Courtesy of my dear friend, GM

Captured lighting perfectly
though blurred faces
he could never see
Make adjustments accordingly
Budding photographer,
he was born to be

for GM 

****

Memories of awaiting news, up all night, reading detective stories til dawn
Chest clenching when the phone buzzes
Did he/she/they make it?

****

Her kiss was a citrus twist
to my teenage tangled tongue
Unexpected, on the deck
Did I care that it was all a double dare
after it was done?

****

Glassy eyed tot
World of wonder held
in tiny hands
Bluebird bouncing
Balloon clouds
Skipping stones
with no limit to
the magic
she understands

****

Rescue me, Dream Weaver,
Giver of goodness

Help me taste the rain,
bask in the sun’s rays

Show me love for everything again

****

Wolf wore his own clothing
to the caging of the moon
with his hawk-eyed right hand man

Even imprisoned, her glow won’t dull

****

My bones are glass
They are shattered
Bits of jagged remains
Poison my blood,
exterminate my system,
leave me toxic, bitter
Tender to touch

****

Undercover extraterrestrial
can’t decode
all the labels
mankind placed on itself
so there’s no way
to report back
on who humans really are

****

I’ll be here
holding on
to that last
heart string
you struck in me
before you
turned so dark,
so hateful,
so void of
empathy

****

Someday I’ll find you
in the ashes
of all the unsent letters
you burned
instead of saying goodbye
bathing in moonlight
galaxies in your eyes

****

Feast on sickness
a labor of love
It’s not my fault
food becomes an enemy
The moment it enters
my mouth
I’m not hungry
Not if this is change

****

Scratching at skin to get at
the root of the evil within
These memories are mine,
They’re surfacing
I can’t bury them when they’re
encircling

****

i’ll carve into your granite
the things you
want to hear
i’ll protect you
from the things
i couldn’t prevent
my brother, my sister
i’m here

****

It’s day, so I feel spiders in my veins
Webs are made inside of me
In my darkest corners,
In the places light can’t touch

****

Oblivion
We spin around the kitchen,
wake up humming showtunes,
kiss the sun of the afternoon
on our sleepy foreheads
Nothing exists but you

****

Found a connection to the keys again
Flowing rivers
life preserver letters
They spill out
drown blank pages
resurface
I’ve come alive again

****

‘remember just
the way u taste’
that song
when your tattoo crosses my mind
when the dusted bathroom counter
drove us wild
& apart

****

We spend the last
of the grey days
blasting Johnny Cash
on scratched cds
& the last of the crunching
winter leaves
shuffle &
2-step outside

****

Recognition
He sees me,
pretends not to

My face flush
is like the blood rush
of his touch
when I was just a hidden fantasy

He ignores me

****

Beach in the air,
faint whiff of last week’s carnival hangs on the waves, drifts over to me, pierces memory like the hibiscus behind her ear

****

Come on in
It’s a polyphonic playground
Disco didn’t die it just faded away
Ran off with some new sound,
made new melodies
Makes us dance anyway

****

Excavating through antique notebooks
I recognize
my old graphomanic penmanship
I unleash ancient demons,
rewrite past wounds,
create healing

****

You broke my walls, your own threshold, a glass tumbler & my heart
in one month
Babe I tried
You tied
My hands
&
your pride
to me

****

Joy
to be this close
to you
I hear
all those beautiful notes
in you
You’re painting in your mind
painting me
brushing hands
brushing hearts

****

Snap a photo
In a flash we’re captured
Busted
You stole that kiss
Don’t lie
Bruised lips
Days later
I tore that
damn picture
in two

****

Her hands folded
is patience
If finger points she’s scolding
in silence
In anger, she can’t find words
Just hands
across faces

****

Needles
Subzero wind stings
the arms
Frostbite
Teeth grinding
the tongue
“We’re losing her!”
Blue, stiffed mouth
Freeze flat line
the brain

****

Good morning
Your blood is replaced
with concrete
Your mind is now a cloud
There’s so much to do
today, I know
I’m afraid you’re
not allowed

****

Your sneezes
Your hiccups
You’re adorable
Plaid flannel clad,
balancing steaming mugs
to our bedside
Muttering apologies
for nothing
darling

****

Ships caught in a gale,
thru the melee crowds
we flatten ourselves
to blend in

Ants scurry, we carry them,
carry each other
Dig a way home

****

I used to crumble for everything
a blown dandelion seed dream
drifting on hurricane winds
I landed upon desert sand
Depleted,
but I stand

****

I feel you in my knees
upon linoleum
I held you
Watched the blood run
Why?
Blame was the game back then
The smashed glass against sign posts

****
If you lose me on the inhale, don’t let go.
#tenwords
****

The waiting room
tearing tissues to shreds
Dim 24-hour weather forecast
mixing with worry & regret
in your head
Wrenching so tightly
you bled

****

Irreplaceable/Disposable
Where do you/I fit in?
The boxes are heavy
In death we can shed sagged skin
Ashes weigh less than
hearts of stone

****

Florida summers lying on a sticky floor
with no AC
I had company
A voice on the other end of an overstretched phone cord
poking under the door

****

I’m addicted to that loose curl,
& how I felt on the rainy road that day
Wave to me from the window, sure
It’s a small dose,
not the same

****

On the day of your birth
did you know
we’d find each other?
Two sparks,
we ignited when we met
Blazed through life together,
best of friends

for Brooke


****

Little Cloud Walker
Wildflower braids
She reminds me, teaches me
  of the forgotten stars
  where we came from
She guides me, this young one

for Cheyenne


****

I didn’t want to read it
I knew I’d delete it

It’s just,

My eyes take a photo
once I see it
& I can’t forget
No apology
You didn’t mean it

****

“Monsters are fictional. It’s time to face this nothing you’re so afraid of.”

Inside
I’m cackling
Hysterical
He can’t see the horror is me.

****

Too much reflection
Break the mirror

#sixwords

****

Thicker than water
Wash away, wash away
A watched wound
never stops bleeding
Look away, look away
Makes no difference
Stains remain
Go away

****

Enraptured, captured
He fell into her spell
Lovestruck, his
passion, desire went madder
Strained chains
only a curse can shatter

****

One could argue the possession
struck a chord in her
Sonorous screaming, daylight dreaming
Goat in the corner plays over her

****

Long & drawn out fairy tale
The end obvious from the get-go
Princess never got her way
& the prince fell with a blow
to his ego

****

She turns to wax

Impressions
of pressing fingertips

Molded to shape

    She is arching

           to slip down
           melting drips

****

Will you lament regrets
beg for forgiveness
grovel for missed chances
what you did
didn’t do
when the reaper comes for you?

****

Deep & dark
   he said
It was synonymous
   with spooky
What he found so
   frightening
Brought her joy
   & delight
with no end

****

summer heat fell upon us, suddenly,
like a fever
boiling temps caused a frenzy
in the dance halls,
damp basements, the streets

****

Your excuses are futile
& I take offense
You have no acceptable
line of defense
when dark wine
kisses on your neck
leave a trail of evidence

****

How do they not bat one evil eye
while causing
the wriggling,
squirming
deaths of the
butterflies?
Do they practice
how to watch souls die?

****

The hate’s so thick tonight
it fills the cracks in his armor
Head down
Walk on
Is least obvious the
most obvious
or is he wrong?
Born wrong?

****

I write a many
finger-aching words

Then sometimes I write
spirit-crushing words

But I have to
It’s ok

It’s how truths are born
and told

****

Aunt Mildred
in the parlor
can often be found
snickering at wallpaper
stomping the ground

Don’t question her “ha” & “hee”
Question what you can’t see

****

“Your mind sure does
some interesting things”

All the reasons
to believe
he’d never be the one to deceive
were wrapped in a
desperate dream

****

obsolete
woolly eye behind smudged spectacles;
antique copper cookie jar
concrete
hands in the jewel box
preening pearls,
coming up with crumbs

****

the crows,
the electric wires

from this angle,
the whole world was jumping rope

extended car trips,
topsy turvy

I was sick
with emotion

****

I needed a
      split       screen
There was too much of
         her vibrancy
  to pay un      divided
         attention to

****

No silence at the end of winter
Spring is loud
She lets us know she’s here Rambunctious
Precocious
Kicking that cold old man out on his rear

****


Haiku:



Who are you trying
to fool with that superimposed
mask?  I see you

True forms can’t hide from
a wise mind  I can smell wolf
from a mile away

****

We found some treasures
in a forgotten drawer and
got rich off giggling

****

“Spring has sprung, bud,” the
Bumblebee buzzed to his napping
sapling neighbor

****

Windows rattle from
the whipping wind. I hope
nothing comes crashing in.

****

VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Still Warm”
“Still warm.” Her red finger glistened in my flashlight beam.
“That means-” 
“It’s still in here,” she finished.
A low growl hums.
****
“There aren’t that many of them. Those who hate I mean”
“Then why are they all I see?”
“Well do you hate yourself?”
 I shut up because he’s right.
****

“Space”

I hate space between us.
I love our shared sky.

****

Hush.
Hear the moth wings whisper
against the screen.
Remember your old dog
scratching the door?
Your feet are colder
now that he’s gone.

****
My bed ate my whole being.
#6WordExcuse
****
He spots her. Yellow in a sea of green. The cocked head. The smile. He must appear to her as a speck of dirt on a stained glass window. 
****

“Sunlit”

Sunlit sadness each morning casting
sympathetic shadows across your face.

****
Upon hearing the news, I couldn’t keep the chill from my bloodstream. I swaddled myself in Gram’s powwow blanket & cried.
****

They say my uncle
OD’d on a drug called lonesome
because he emailed us before he died
about the moon, blank pages, & his sons

‘I miss y-‘

****
Grey may be in her hair now, but he will forever remember her in her red parka & mittens, chasing flurries in the front yard.
****


Sneak Peek! WIP (Works in Progress):
I’m alive. I inhale that fresh, chlorinated water. The burning air comes next. The adults scold me for scaring the hell out of them.
****
The girl didn’t have an impatient bone in her frail body. She never let slip a sigh of frustration toward those who rushed her.
****
She was a pale, freckled feather floating atop a roiling sea.




Note: I’m working on a few pieces that have to do with water, fear of water & stories of water I’m remembering from my childhood. There will definitely be a few poems out of this and a flash fiction piece is in the works too. 


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