#MicropoetryMonday – March 13 – 19, 2017

Spring is here!

I’m feigning enthusiasm because it’s just not my season. I’m not a fan of the warm weather. In fact, I despise it. Plus, I don’t feel well. However, I don’t feel like complaining about things I can’t control or do anything about anymore so I won’t bore you with my chronic illness life details at this time. ūüėČ

I’m just extremely thankful that my creative brain has taken over and I’m doing all I can to make use of it. I love writing. I don’t know where I’d be without it.¬†

Enjoy last week’s micropoems. I wrote some longer pieces this week that I’ll be sending out for publication once they’re polished. I got a rejection letter today but that’s totally fine. I’m having fun sending off to the publishing world again. As Sylvia Plath said, “I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”

Speaking of which, I’m currently reading The Bell Jar for the umpteenth time. Sometimes, you just need to.¬†

Here’s to another busy week! Hopefully my symptoms will ease up on me. ūüôā


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insomnia,
a muse-
tossing
turning
lyrical calling
streetlamp statues
stand guard
all is quiet
save for the pen delicately
caressing the page

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Sleepaway Camp stomachache
Too many smores
Rebels
Me&you
Defying lights out
Trading dreams until
the sky breaks open,
bleeds periwinkle blue

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It was liquid discouragement   I knew
     the drunker I got
the more likely
    this martini
             would
         become
truth serum

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On the pier with my favorite wallflower
he expresses concern over
mixing the worlds
kicks seashells at injustice
& croons Lou Reed
to the moon

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It’s a lonely road
but I’ll crawl it
I’ll make friends
with myself
along the way
Great Spirit
will guide me,
light my path
every day

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Accustomed to broken promises, she often broke her own. Caught in a hailstorm on an afternoon stroll, she wound up on his front porch again.
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Sugar sweet lies,
the candy coated kind
 at that
Syrup tears,
strawberry kisses
 leave it at that
I’ll believe you
 always

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Gratitude
for each time
my ear is tickled
by stories

Inspired
by each voice
my heartbeat drums for

Honored
to be a part of tradition

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Today’s theme is indecision
I’m pulled apart in all directions
mind-body-spirit-soul
It’s just the season
spiraling out of control
****
With age comes less naivety
I mean
10 years ago
I may have spent
the afternoon
destroying my
microwave
But I’m definitely
not going to
today
****
Then
The time of wicker figures
cavorting on horizons
but only
in dreams
Now
An underground coven
lipsyncing the ancient chants
****
washing dishes
in front of dusty windows
suncatcher rainbows
dancing on her face
she’d be tense as a deer
if dark clouds were near
****
Sing to me those Motown songs
from the back porch swing
Watchin’ the boys play basketball,
runnin’ after toddlers,
countin’ fouls
****
Perfect line
to the chapel
Perfect wine
sacrificial sample
Perfect white
veils for Communion Day
Perfect time
to wonder how the wafer tastes
****
he was openly inviting
fresh for the biting
teeth-sinking
****

I want to go to Vienna
Walk the paths of
favorite movies
It must be a good spot
for lovers
wanderers
poets
& pianos crashing
onto the street
****
yellow ribbon
yanked from hair
to tie to a branch
of a memory tree
poms were
on every front porch
& some meant sons
& fathers didn’t make it
****
The mailman whistles
his Tuesday tune
I wait at the gate
all afternoon
For doting reply
from my dear one
Song turns melancholic
there’s none
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Wrapped in a cloak of constellations
she tosses meteors my way
I catch a comet trail
past Andromeda
Moon dances with firelight
I fly til day
****
Mid morning motivation,
battered copy of Byron in back pocket
Early bird caught hell
from the shore joggers
One line in
& he’s
labeled lazy
****
Two world walkin’
The delicate balance
of fine lines
Tread lightly
on eggshells
You know they think
you’re not supposed to be here;
You are
****
Tangled issue takeaway
Derailment train
causes headaches,
tearing of hair
(Not a hair’s length of sense!)
You say you’re educating
I’m lost
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With tired feet, we press on
The Red Road can be rocky
We carry  generations of burdens
but hold each other up
through the journey
****
The dark turns of the later years
just before the end
Those are the best ones
It’s where we see who people truly are
Who they’ve grown to be
****
Courtesy of Buffy, The Vampire Slayer
There’s little between us
We’re like magnets
Yet
Polar opposites
Worlds apart
I’m the beat
of your cold, dead heart
****
The first step–
to recovery
to a life anew
to admitting
she had a problem
–to take
was hers & she did
after that she could never sit still
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After you left
I still played in the twilight snow
& the roses in your backyard still grow
Still
there’s a hole inside me
Pain of letting go
****
Late at night
the outlines of the strangers
I was so tormented
at the thought of
take shape
play tag across the room
haunt me
****
Kissing in the lightning
storms come & go, baby
I’ll always be right here,
catching raindrops from
your eyelashes
Reveling
in electric jolts
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I tell you
my uncles
were galloping horsemen
I’m not talking stallions,
though their long manes
did flow with never-ending strength
Author’s Note: This micropoem is a little intro of sorts to a longer poem I’m working on. Part two is a little tough for me to write but it’s coming along. It will most likely end up in the chapbook I’m working on. Stay tuned for details about that because once it’s finished I will be releasing it in some form.¬†


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Originality? Don’t sweat it
We’re eating up
remakes
        of remakes
                 of remakes
Rewrite it
With more regurgitation
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Light calls to the dark
shines a way
Planets in crisis
keep turning anyway
The universe works together
night can’t survive without day
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Sleep tugs at your eyelids
Morning glory — off to bed
Let me in there
I’ll snuggle up to the dreams
inside your tousled head
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I’ll listen to the singers
w gravel in their voices
all day
I want my very eardrums
to feel their pain
some way
Heart tugged
they say
I’m ok
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The heart can be angry too
It can be consumed by flames
of hateful things
people say to you, they feel they have to
til it kills you
I swear
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No time
for tears to dry
Floral decked crowds
draw a breath
We kiss goodbye in secret
No need for display
as you walk away
****
Hold your breath
Let no blink
make a sound
There are whispers
screaming secrets
When you can quiet
the demons hanging around
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Keep to the sacred,
but live
be sure to live
Replacements,
no more
replacements for
Experience
gains wisdom
ceremony can give
So much more
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Protection
is sketchy
Puffed up wolves
swearing to defend
your honor,
beer breath
in windblown hair
They’re there, yah
cheering as you
bleed
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Her home was the lighthouse
for all caught on a weathered journey
Its warmth felt holy
piercing the veil of darkest nights
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Gull counting, under bridge,
another country across it
Uncle & I abandoned our poles
long ago so he could tell of lands that didn’t want him
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I would wish for all my heroes
to jump from screen,
from page,
from the deepest echoes
of memories in my brain,
& show me how to
save myself
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There will come a day
when there will be no
cause (literal) to study,
read up on
No horrible snakes left
to defend land from
But not today
****
Fragile minds, susceptible
to the beetle burrowing
of the glossy three-pieces
collecting a fortune
in their skulls,
weep when they
wake up
****
They take blood
to confirm what’s already known
I’m poked & prodded
so they’ll be paid
Vials of me
as proof of
their incompetence
to cure
****
I find courage in words
the dead ones thought
to write down
I stack them on every surface,
wrap them around me
when I sleep
****
Ma’s love stretched over us
along with her arm
when she had to brake
too fast
She’d never trust a yellow light
No, never again
****
Fugitive
seeks my heart
to keep him invisible
I’m not home
So he waits on my doorstep
I hear his case,
judge him unworthy
He returns
to her
****
Azure dust on your eyelids
when the more natural pink
of them is majestic enough
How do you do that,
Raise the dead w/ just
a flick of lash?
****

the mark on his forehead
was a fairy kiss
we told him this
an attempt to deter
him from getting a complex
he grew to love his
freckle flecks
****
our favorite songs to bond over
are the ones that strengthen us,
make us dance in gratitude
these are the ones
on repeat
blessed harmony
****
No strong suit today
My armor barely covers
& is splashed w/ bullet holes
The seemingly insignificant
slips right in & festers
under my skin
****
Circulating ashes
glitches
blockages
in the system
Who designed this?
Who thought suffering
was so beautiful
they called it life?
****
Your eyes won’t leave mine
when you tell me a story,
after thousands of kisses
They light up every time,
shining
whenever I’m
in the room
****
Appreciate the awkward
In fact
Stop saying all the
Natural nuances
&everything you do
Are awkward
Achingly adorable
Is more like it
Alright?
****
I unthink too much now
After a lifetime of being
“too smart” “too literal”
“thinking too much”
“you’re smart but
have no common sense”
too
****
The little ones-
always watching
you cry on the kitchen counter
They hear
The fights, your panic in the night
The dulled spark
in your eyes
****
It’s not the number of states between us,
it’s the dirty laundry we hurl
Maybe we’ll build a bridge
to each other
Or
Wave them in surrender
****
I am not offended by your well wishes
I only feel a billion times
worse when I am
unable to live up to them
& I may be killing
myself to try
****
Once a wiry lean post
a tattered doormat
Now a rickety old fence
keeping a battered heart
From breaking again
when it was finally on the mend
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Sculptor
She molds me, I am stuck
Glue to her
    devouring kisses
hazelnut coffee & nicotine
Flaws
I have them
She smoothes
     them over
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Conversing with the oaks
They listen
Stillness
is lonesome
But woods make good company
on charcoal nights when better times
keep you awake
****
Anticipation
The sweet agony
of the highlighted curtain
going dark
Invitation only
A blinking SOS
for only me
****
Compulsions
Clicking with new companions
Seeking, finding
New old faces
that teach emotional
damage control
Lost
in a chasm of ancient ruins
****
Dissolved
We are particles
Intersecting
Transforming
Disappearing
I’m afraid
Ground to bits
When they excavated,
dissected, & 
endangered us
****
City life is draining me
I’m exhausted
overthinking sirens
Passerby paranoia
Paper thin walls
Pin drops & paper
Rustling of pigeon wings
****
The Law of Attraction
can be poetic tragedy
All the songs
scenes
scents
of you
Sensory overload
consumes
& I can’t escape
I need
Extraction
****
Happiest in a sea
of denial
The tide dragging
me out
The familiars on shore
mouth praise
I can’t hear them
They try
but I won’t
be pulled in
****
This half life I live is fine
I make the days good
Part of me feels free
A productive mind
stays happy
But my shell is cracking,
breaking me
****
When the electricity plays
   connect the dots 
inside of me   struck match
sulfur   invasion of nostrils  Your voice
lulls  the beasts away
****
Hit a window
  of time
to smash through
Transparency
  was a threat to me
Open Door Policy
  they spy on me
Lost minutes
  to track
Eternity
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“Enlightened”
Don’t worry
about reaching
some type of
Nirvana
A step is a poem
In conversation
you learn
Listen
Awareness
That’s all you gotta do
****
Peeking planetary
phenomenon
Twilight Wedge
of golden silence
Alpenglow–Dark fractions
dividing illumination
****
“Honey,
I can’t”
Fear of flying, confined spaces
Claustrophobia & colonialism,
Lack of funds
These things keep us too far apart
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Jukebox taunts
neon pink glow
optical illusion
of checkered
tabletop
Smoke swirls
grey mist haze
audio hallucination
of her singing
along
****
So homesick
the wax apples
anger me
I can smell orchards still
I used to look down from trees
Now I climb
collapsing ladders
& I can’t reach
****
Desert heat, thick as syrup
Big Dipper, you big ladle
Cool me with fresh insight
while I search, warily
for a new head to cradle
****
Grass stained cheek,
mouth of mud
& geranium pressed lips
Pearly pastel hands
crushed screams
The half moon
is his jaw
laughing
at me
****
Charmed by the Lakeview
Pristine sheen Paradise
Soon, our getaway will end
We breathe in the end of winter air
Vowing to return
****
I can fly
through favorite books
as I reread them
I feel they’re
imprinted on my soul
etched in my spine
I know the
story won’t change
I will
****
your shelves
with your knickknacks,
your cherished plaster martyrs
they shook
when he came home
you scramble
to dust them
appeasing
pleasing
****
The origin
of the strange:
Let’s backtrack
When did you
notice the oddities?
When did the
world turn its
back on you?
Unique?
That won’t do
****
I can’t remember the names
of the lost women
who helped me find me
But I can’t forget our bond
All we lived through
All we’d seen
****

Sunshine City
The day had its way with us
Bus fumes intoxicated us
Not in that good way
Not that glamour filter
Of glittering nights way
****
prayer tendrils
my nookomis
sent up
connected with
the night bugs
she stayed
moth silent
while they
sang all the songs
she couldn’t
*nookomis- Grandmother (Ojibwemowin)


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And what of my barrenness?
I lie a lot. Say I’m glad for it. (Most days I am.) It adds to the less than.
I feel I’m doing less than my duty.
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Whose though?
Whose best laid plans
for me, the mass I occupy?
Matter
Does it matter?
Existence &
persistence of memory
linger after death
****
Sub-genres, partial,
demi-, multi-
“It is what it is” & also
“It’s not, it’s both”
Silly humans
Complicating all the good
& simple things
****
Raspberry picking
“Leave some for the pies!”
If I had known that was the last time,
the last birthday poem, the last laugh fest
I would have
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All four seasons
pass along the highway
He knows
snow banks melt to mud puddles
He’s seen
empty deserts
southern rains
all the blues of the sky
For Driver Matt


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Do you claim to know
the soul of another?
Like you’ve been in there
with your dirty hands
Raiding through rubbish,
leaving prints
everywhere
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I can’t fathom moving forward
when old guitar strings hold me here
I’m there
In that line
in the second verse
Right there
I wanna go back
****
Hurling clock
at TV when
the score’s not right
We’re settling old scores
tonight
No one wins a remote
battle if we can’t find
the damn thing
****
Backstreet alley, behind our house
Learning early lessons
Docs weren’t the only ones with needles
Later, we learned docs dealt too
****
Incremental lover
bit by bit
revealing
mysteries
Comes undone
piece by piece
surrendering
completely
Whole again
bygone bye
morning
leave me
****
The king picks his peasants clean
Teethprints
No easy way to hide them
Don’t speak as he feasts
It makes his fragile blood boil
****
Pure happiness
when we share
Bits & pieces
of ourselves
You with your
charcoal sketches
Me with my
unrelenting pen
****
Pullout map placemat
All night drive makes
truck stop look gourmet
We see people selling appropriation
Burgers turn to cardboard
in our bellies
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I love morning chatter
 of feathered friends
Hummingbird buzzing with gossip
Dove laments a lover
Sparrow chases Cardinal
 ducking for cover
****
I had spinning dreams
of frozen ponds
Me spiraling
through air
on figure skates
Audience of pines
shuddered in
my whirlwind’s wake
****
Hands of silk
A barely-billow
brushing across my back
I drift
on the waves
of your breath in my hair
You’re calming,
A safe ocean
****
Every Sunday, a postictal state
Aura assault, hypnotic light flashes
Drums echo from a far off place–discombobulated
Still too close
****
stillness of sound
seemed intrusive
the night
on guard, tensed
ominous omen
eclipsing the essence of nature’s nocturnal music
****
Bathtub, ivory ice
Muted light, frosted glass
 My breath is there  I see it
Milky clouds, miracle  I made it 
Savior in the mirror
****
Collision vision
I am sick
from all the wor(l)ds
inside of me
Purge, though grudgingly
I am tired
But it’s all just
that more vivid
in sleep
****
Walk around, cloud carrying
Shade from the mercury light bulbs
They burn, but only you
& the path
of your patterned pacing
Simmer
****
Haiku:

Sail on, faithful &
mighty cloud ship. Float on in
love & destined dreams.
****

The larvae have grown
They nest, hatch from within me
Spawn dine on organs
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VSS ( Very Short Stories):



She washed her hands in the river, the blood billowing like ink in the turbid ripplets.
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I’m stagnant in the sunshine,
he’s bored in a blizzard.
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-“My methods are hard to grasp”
-“You make them believe outside is so dangerous when the monster is you”
-“That’s how I got here”
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“Character”
He was quite the character.
I penned him with adoration.
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“Brew”
Brew a pot. He’s arrived,
wild stories in his eyes.
****
He stopped doing
what he thought
he was supposed
to do because
it’s what everyone
wanted. No one
noticed. Nothing
changed.
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“Drunken Stupor”
Skittering scarabs slice like a scythe over me. So soft sounding they are,
in the pitch blackness of this drunken stupor.
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“I only need a song’s length to tell a story.”
He got into it then.
His hands made unintentional shadow illustrations on the wall.
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“Room”
You made room. I’m not
cramping your heart space anymore.
****
Dumb luck
One time I found a 4-leafed clover
Someone told me I couldn’t
I searched for hours, took rest
There it was, under my nose
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I conjure a memory through a daydream
of you pressing on when your hands
were too unsteady for beadwork.
I gather mashkawizii from this.
*mashkawizii : inner strength (Ojibwemowin)


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WIP (Works in Progress):


–The plume in her hat combined with her obsidian gaze & beak of a nose, which she stared down at us from, made her resemble a gawking crow.

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–The Lawn Chair Ladies, our mothers, were trading gossip the way we kids traded Garbage Pail Kids cards. They were oblivious.
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Have a fantastic week, everyone! Thank you as always for reading my work. I am truly grateful for all of you who support me. ‚̧

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