#MicropoetryMonday – March 6 – 12, 2017

Micropoems from last week! Enjoy!







Well defended,
behind the fences
there are threads of you here still
We are soldiers, undefeated
Arm against our fortitude
& impervious will

****

I learned to love in your language
but got lost
in your misuse of words,
certain actions
Mistranslations
of caresses vs.
violent reactions

****

Death of passion,
paper plane attempts
of all I’d write to you
in shaking script
because you’re
forcing my hand
burn in rage,
in cremation

****

Feuds & falling outs,
Damsels of the decades
Fiery femme fatales
Dashing dreams
Fabricating
Destroying
Ferociously
Are you friend
or faux?

****

She hit me like a flare gun
(True, I was shot
w a flare gun once
This is not
a metaphor)
This was no accident
Pure calculation

****

Keep quiet in your own abode
in order not to disturb ghosts
Watch the seconds of day pass
Til nightfall–
faces press on glass

****

How can you just
sit there-

I’m hiding wounds
trying not to

-and not do

cry because it hurts you
I hurt you, I’m

-anything?

nothing

****

I’m so stunted —
never-ending quest
for perfection
& I am so
afraid of heights

****

The aether beckons
Beyond absentia
the golden ones call
Longing is too weak a word
for how I yearn for them
Touching infinity
after the fall

****

I give everyone
the watered down version
because I don’t want them
drowning in my personal
mighty muddy rivers
like I am

****

The poet pined for lost love

Precisely & proficiently

The proof was in
the papercuts

****

Winter,
brush a tender last kiss
against my trembling lips
I fear the changes
that less darkness brings
I’m not ready for goodbye

****

You forever
cursed me
w waiting
for the clock
to strike the
wishing time
Twice a day
I think of you
You did it on purpose
so I keep
missing you

****

There were plenty of stars
but the brightness of your smile
lit up the park
& my heart burst, right there
on the lawn
at dawn

****

Glow of the dying fire
would have to soothe
Absinthe is medicinal,
He’d tell you that
He’d laugh
Can’t prove
otherwise
on this twisted path

****

You hold my beginning
between your sandpaper wrinkles
I didn’t mean to be a job so difficult
I didn’t mean to shake you off so soon

****
I cannot sleep. Nature roars like a beast, rattles me in my cozy cage. Once a breeze, now a delicate rage, it cuts me deep.
****

Writing isn’t a compulsion.
I’m writing like I’m dying
& this could be my last
“good” or even “decent” line.
“Sell the rights,” I’ll croak.

****

Drifting off
to the tune of
crash test dummies
debating
the integrity & resiliency
of their air-heads

It’s a fight to the finish

The End

****

Songs we don’t remember
even though we’ve heard them
a thousand times

It’s because we’re more
tuned in
to each other

****

little cracked mug,
I won’t forget you

the world makes us all feel
we should loathe that which makes us
imperfect
but I like your
character

****

there was always room on the raft
for the stragglers
my cousins would never leave a bad swimmer behind
no matter how big or mad
they seemed

****

we were backwards
we wanted to escape to
that fire sunrise on the horizon
we wanted to get away from ourselves
so we ran
we flew

****

I’ll give my heartaches
free reign for a day or two
They can drag me down,
knee deep in all the murky memories,
but not for forever

****

Trapped in a dead end
after a failed safe route

Take another way,
they say

Nothing changes

Gravity never wavers
Count on that

****

Dig up confessions
buried in the backyard
She kept up that overgrown garden,
her time capsule,
secret keeper
The root of it all
hides deep

****

Your tone pricks my eardrums like blasphemy
Your words drip with agony,
a farewell to ecstasy
You beg for answers
but refuse to question me

****

I awoke from a dream of leaping deer
They were ravaging through trees like fire
“We exist still!” They cried with
crackling voices

****

I curl into your lap
& mumble apologetically
that you’re a habit
I just can’t break

****

Morning rush, flow of thoughts
I’ll try to keep them in my own skull,
transform them into dream worlds
I’ll want to remember,
but I won’t

****

Blue jay carried my prayer away,
Sparrow returned with an answer:
an angel feather from heaven
trapped in my screen,
a chorus of doves sing

****

Some days, we’re too focused
We’ll get sucked into over-analyzing
music videos
and miss breakfast

****

Mute is where I’m at my best
That’s what they told me
So I keep it in
Until the bubble bursts
Then I’m an explosion
That can’t be contained

****

I try to do other things
other than long for home
but it’s everywhere
My people are in each line I read
My food tastes like tears &
old songs

****

I used to watch people’s faces
Beautiful reactions to even mundane situations
I can’t anymore
Now I barely keep eye contact
& never for long

****

There’s lots in a name
Just ask all the hearts
that stop for a few seconds
the moment they hear
the name of whoever stole
their sacred parts

****

Fireworks with my grandmother
were the last I remember
They were her last too, sadly
Now they display war zones in the sky
I take shelter from

****

controlling
the way your skin
puckered
was one thing
but the reasons
to be doing
such things
are better off
being surrendered to

****

keepsakes locked up tight
& I lost the key on purpose

I couldn’t burn all of you away

if I try hard enough I can still
smell the smoke

****

My strength was pushed down
by my weaknesses
I melted into numbness
“Lie back, be someone else
you’ll need us to get through this”

****

Mustering up all power within me
as my mind does spring cleaning
Dusting off the
‘that which we do not write of’ files,
I break all my rules

****

the mirror becomes a vortex
if you stare long enough
anything can really,
scenery is seen in swirling vacuums,
windmills guiding me home

****

jewel encrusted shroud
a golden gift is her remembrance
whole kingdoms
would wait & watch
for centuries
to glimpse
this saint’s decay

****

Many love lives
each more poignant
than the
last one

****

tapping on the pool top
ripples form words
of stories
of all those times
you weren’t
too scared
to keep swimming

****

“You’re too young
for all this!”
At what age
will that
stop
being so?

****

facing the found out,
the craven companions

searching the ground
for the strongest of stand-ins

cardboard cutouts,
collapsing champions

****

molasses warm
but the sun feels like lasers

Springtime–the itch,
the awakening, transition

piercing peeps,
new flock of baby birds
& me

****

a keen young interest in genetics
led to prophetic nightmares and
a lot of nights sobbing on my knees
begging God not to let me die

I was 5

****

no, there really is
lightning in this bottle
balancing on my neck

no, I don’t mean I’m wired
these are shocks & statics,
sparks of death

****

dangerous free verse
added to the injustice pile

writing so truthful, it hurts
& you feel guilty

so heavy, the weight of words

****

running around
dodging all the thoughts
in my head
because if I put them down,
they’re permanent
and so many
keep urging me
to forget

****

If you ever go away,
can you leave
your shoulder behind?

I’ll need it for the days,
and especially
the nights, like these

****

she’s my anchor,
cranking throwbacks
to simpler times

oh, whatever
it was probably
far more complicated

in our youth
we just
didn’t care

****

dandelion sniffles
fried apples
sparklers refused to light
corn on the cob
stuck in teeth
horseshoes caused a fight
family reunion
delight

****

Claymation creatures
lined shelves
She’d form & mold,
light-touch fragile features,
design new life for a long-awaited
tale of old

****

A marble held at close range to
a wondering eyeball
against a street light
right at twilight
takes you
to another planet, man
give it a try

****

the heart is wearing away,
a vat of acid in the chest,
an empty stomach lined with ash
these are remains, you see
this is what you left

****

He soothed me like a classic movie,
caressed my frizzy hair
until I drifted off to sleep,
floating off into a monochromatic
pixelated ocean

****

If you’re thinking
of an argument
or a way to prove
a person wrong
as they speak,
that’s not listening.

That’s barely even
hearing.

****

Starving for a thunderstorm,
cyclone, any shake-up
Sweet tangerine strolls
my way like an earthquake
Her hips swing angrily
I can’t face her

****

Catastrophe
lack of ingredients
for the sacrifice
Wait we’re all giving up
something right?
Rain on
Despair is bottomless
We’re
dust to them

****

Is it as exhausting to defend hate
as it is to live in a world where some
people see you as less than human
because you’re different from them?

****

racing against the clock
carrying pressures that
I put on myself
as the world blurs by

I can’t see it
not with my eyes
on some false
prize

****

I live to transcend
the corporeal suffering
of this temporary stop
Ethereal heavens
are my journey’s end
I’ll return to them

****

“Wherever you go, there you are.”

But here is not there
I was ripped from my home twice
& I bleed, sweat & cry
to get back there
where I am

****

I miss tickling
baby bro’s tummy
where each laugh was whimsy,
a true blessing
A grown man now,
stoic to survive,
shy smiles are
all we get

****

Wear these worn shoes for a bit
See how they feel
They don’t fit?
I don’t either
Not in this life
I know, bad deal
No receipt
to return it

****

Country life
was not for my sister
She took to the streets,
hopped a midnight train
Ran to the heart
of those uptown beats

****

She came back to us,
bare arms branded
by bruises
-his “love” for her-

We ground our
teeth to cinders because
she won’t let us
at him

****

Face down
in the community pool,
it’s safe to take deep breaths

Perfect place to scream,
drown sorrows
I can lift my head here

****

so open
he became infected,
diseased

****

Delusional paragon
reaches apotheosis
then plummets,
takes the grand plunge,
grasps the lowest rung
on the archetype,
believes in himself

****

the raspberry streak in her curls
is enticing
brunette beauty
tapping boot heels
doesn’t find this scene exciting
she’s a ruby among pearls

****

crowns around
frazzled heads
in her honor
  88
like piano keys
withered fingers
  88
candles on this
pineapple upside
down cake

****

Cascade into a trance
let the cyclone pass
like you drift by
those open windows
when no glass
separates you from
taking a chance
at death

****

I was his Junebug
he was my jazz band drummer

fragile fire,
delicate dream

young love over
food court pizza

promises to write
over summer

****

That laugh
it was a starry night
the way it twinkled
how it floated out of her throat
like angels
& sounded like music
from a far off cafe

****

we sway
suspended in equinox
with no reality
to ground us
we dissipated
faded away
eternity of Eden
back in our former states,
they found us

****

Attack like a hiccup
catching the words
in the throat

Tongue twisted
counting on confusion
before striking

A verbal blow
lies dead
on lips

****

Words are all I am
But my silence speaks louder to you
You plead to hear my voice again
Claim that it’s all you need
to sleep

****

This is a test,
mouth desert dry

I sing to the geese
passing by

they’re homebound,
no room for this one

I am consumed
by the blinding sun

****

Each breath takes so much
one in, one out
Of one to another
Slow down
Lock up
We’re entwined
In this prison
For we are kindred thieves

****

the frigid lake water
when you convinced me
to dive right in
shivered screams
from two little
pumpkins bobbing
along in circles
fade to laughs

for Richie


****

I miss the smell of wood chips,
   craft paint, & rusted steel
My Gramps’ aftershave
hung around too
  Long after
  he was gone

****

he flowed through me
like the rhythm of
the falling rain
pouring
the most beautiful
& treacherous
of his storms
all over me

****

You can say it’s ok
until you’re blue in the face,
It won’t do much
to ease my mind
I see fear all around me,
I taste pain

****

Lavender sky surrounding us
I’ve been waiting for this sun up
Watching to make sure
the night was real
& that the dawn
won’t take you

****

Screen door slammed
I knew that was it
The blaze died down
but you left
tire tracks in the driveway
& a hollow pit
where my stomach had been

****

lime flecks on black & white
newspaper splattered walls
bed jumping
-too much fun with glow necklaces-
flashdancing on the ceiling
in strobe

****

clocks-a ticking
we’re warped enough already
do we need the time/space
confusion
that comes with
thinking too much
of a lost hour?

****

wild horses run thru my head,
their hooves pound across my skull
I smell fire in their dusty prints
I hear their ear-splitting
warning call

****

The mothers of the missing
cradle hope like Rosary beads
Every phone ring
is a decade
Every knock on the door
is disappointment come home

****

Gimikwenden ina?
(Do you remember?)
The sunflowers
that grew taller
than you
out back?

****

Winds marching,
ghosting majesties
with a too early
good morning

Sun-peaked,
rubbing eyes
from sleep,
cloudy heads

****

elbow kisses
how unhinged
we’ve become

years of memorizing
tickle spots
counting laugh lines

we fit
in each other’s crevices
so perfectly

****

Sometimes, the unexpected
is an out of nowhere comet
crashing & burning your whole world
I have a fear of freak accidents
& for good reason

****

Pain tears at my stitching
I’ve come undone
Sunscorch
settles upon me
outside
inside
I can’t rub these
icepicks from me
This is
just Stage 1

****

Trusting the pines to hide
your transgressions

Do forests have eyes?

Asleep in the dirt,
sunrise casting guilt
over freshly
uncovered lies

****

Meditate
on the verdant yards
of Midland
The creeks,
the waabooz (rabbit) paths
Fishing from the dock
surrounded by robins
& friendly faces

****

Two paragraphs
was all it took
for this book
to be returned
with tear-stained pages

An entire life in those lines,
captured across the ages

****

Your silence told me everything,
don’t you know?
Your fibs do less damage than
what you won’t admit to,
what you refuse to show

****

Too wild, the tempest
to tame the burning flame
Accidental inferno
you tried so hard
to tiptoe
around it
& still lost the game

****

woman of the west
sandstorm heart
monsoon miracle
painted desert art
hawk vision
screech owl wise
tracks of tears trail
down sagebrush eyes

****

the ending is here but
I can’t turn the page

****
Haiku:




There’s a reason all
these social media sites
are in hues of blue

****

I don’t need extra
attention. I just need my
good friends’ hands to hold.

****

Opulent auras,
glowing rainforest jade
sprinkling the moody blue

****

A dusting of grinds,
no filters, & it’s morning.
Well, isn’t that swell?

****

Timeless enchantment
The crystal pond shimmers for
a trillion sunsets

****

“Give me my hour back,
you filthy swine!” Raoul Duke shouts
through his gritted teeth.

****

VSS (Very Short Stories):



“Sooo, you’re a writer?”

“I don’t really dig labels, man.” She turned back to her keyboard, resuming her furious typing.

****

“Cloudburst”

Clamoring for shelter after cloudburst.
Your coat, a reliable canopy.

****

“Calm”

I’m strange. I prefer chaos
to help calm my storms.

****
“Insidious”
The trees were draped in a fog of insidious spider webs that shone silver in the moonlight. I ignored the nuzzling on my neck.
****

“Breeze”

Blitzed uncle, too often found
frequenting garages, shooting the breeze.

****

“Wine”

Beach nights. Boxed wine. Things
are about to get interesting.

****

Nightfall, counting the day’s earnings.
Two dirty nickels in a Styrofoam cup.
The world had changed, surely,
not the clown’s smile.

****
WIP (Works in Progress):



“My friend moved to China which is a real drag because he bought me the best books on my birthday every year.”
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“I had the Dalai Lama’s Art of Happiness at some point but I lent it to one of my sad friends & they never returned it.” 
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It came around again, like a birthday, but no one gives presents for simply surviving, do they? Happy Diagnosis Anniversary? Hmm.
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Have a great week, everyone! ❤




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