#MicropoetryMonday April 24 – 30, 2017


Happy May, everyone! Here’s all of the micropoems from Twitter this past week! Enjoy!




I wasn’t sad to see you go
I’ve been hearing your running

hate commentary
since I was 6 years old

Good riddance, network idiot
Hasta luego

****

I got lost
in the madness
of a soul full of stars
I looked up
and dissipated
into sparkling diadems
with just one glance

****

I took a kiss of faith
in my head
before I
life long
plunged into
your lips
and when
it finally happened
I wasn’t
disappointed

****

In my dreams, I am better
I can run wild in marigold fields,
swim across Lake Huron,
and climb hills, mountains-
All obstacles

****

Prioritizing?
Order of importance?
I can’t do those things
My wind spirit blows & goes
where it wants to
& who am I
to stand in its way?

****

My endurance is often tested
but I’ve passed every time
The proof is in my existence
I’m alive
with strength to survive

****
Like breathing,
memory is involuntary
The air is thick
with nostalgia most nights
Forgetting: an
impossible task
replayed in cyclic

****

The presence of daylight
forces me into submission
I’m a prisoner trapped in fiery skin
waiting for the soothing darkness

****

I can’t carry
anymore secrets
I had to let some spill
to move on
They were too heavy
consuming
I’m sorry
please don’t pile more on

****

Taking myself to the limit
because it’s worth it
to feel so exhausted
after working hard
doing what you love

****

Morning glories
romance me with indigo hues
Jealous bird chirps louder
to catch my eye
So much Spring beauty
it’s hard to choose

****

Love found its way
to the root of me
I was able to blossom,
open my eyes to beautiful things
The key to my heart,
inside me

****

This drama does not compute
I calculate/hypothesize/empathize/
recalculate &
Surprise!
I still can’t deduct or conclude
You or what you mean

****

Upon waking,
the orange or grey glow
-depending on the weather-
will illuminate which areas
of my body
will work that day

****

When brain’s in
overload mode
I see visions
of fields of red poppies
Gentle or angry,
they fell me,
& carry me
to land of sleep

****

Age cannot wither her

Years pass,
her branches & buds grow stronger

Wisdom roots,
the ground she stands on
reaches her head

****

Behind the veil
is my other foot
I straddle the edge
of two worlds constantly
One keeps trying to cut
off the other but I prevail

****

Slow, unsteady
There is no race
no winning
no prize
no destination
Just keep going
at your own pace,
and in tune
to your soul’s
vibration
****
2 am symphony
The clacking of keys,
your paintbrush strokes,
rustle of paper,
clicking of pen,
crickets
& creative minds
whirring
****
Cloaked in midnight black
we feel safe enough
to expose our painful truths
Miles away
but the same North Star
shines for us both
****
Poetry, my elixir
I drink morning dew on the lily bloom
I taste the air rustling the leaves
Ink potion magic
Morning metaphors
 on my tongue
****
No rain
but man
the pain flow’s pourin’
We’re diggin’ up old demons now
We’re slammin’ doors on skeletons
in broom closets
No, I won’t calm down
****
For a dozen weeks
(but who’s counting anymore)
I replayed the truth with new twists,
scenarios
All I should have said
I penciled in
****
The restless wind has passed
I am drained & dry
in need of tears of clouds
to rejuvenate me
My own are of desert dust
& ash
****
Needing a day
to just dance in the rain
Feel the pelting of purification
rather than the hailstorm of life’s
regularity
****
We’re a long way
from meadows
of carnations,
choosing
right shades
for corsages
on trembling,
fragile wrists
Only in time
****
Within death’s black
a rage lies in wait
Innocent souls flock like
powerless moths to flame
The curse consumes
& they are unaware
****
Slip into something more sinister
The whirling menagerie
time bending tunnels
under the tasteful, delicate
streets of the mundane
****
Unraveling mysteries
The finale pulls us closer
to the deep end of treachery
where we’ll be lost
to the twists & turns
of a madman’s revelry
****
Our feathered friends,
nesting and defending
their mossy homeland,
chirp curses at intruders
who stand a little bit
too close
****
The sun, with its inevitable takeover,
has started early
The sky, grey with sadness,
can’t keep its rays at bay
Wind blows warm today
****
On the worst days,
no relief
from needle monsters,
nibbling bird beaks
Comfort,
escape by
falling into
a pillow made of stars
****

Speechless
No words
weigh enough
to support
the value
of the last good day
Beauty in the unknowing
It’s worth it
to be surprised
****

He sang murder ballads
to his confidants
as he sat in shadow at their bed sides
His voice freed them
Loyalty kept them listening
****
Your name
in a comet trail
I recognized your handwriting,
star being
Twin flame eternal,
shining light
I plucked you
out of billions
****
The sea of life,
both the chaos & calm
Fire & rain,
amethyst twilight, crimson dawn
Hearts made of glass,
cracked & foggy, beat on
****
Quiver of breath
as he sang
of a moment
between us
I’d forgotten
I didn’t mind our spilled secret
Not sung as beautifully as that
****

A cold wind still shivers
when I hear a sound in the night
A familiar, normal sound to the world,
but pure terror to me
****
The winter dragged
and I was happy
Visible breath,
reminder of life
Validation
in shivering muscles
and bone chilling winds
****
Thru the blur
of the crowd
he had me marooned
on an intense island
His rain song
riff thundered
off the mountains
I felt the sky
****
No calm for the panicked
Churning acid threatens
   to wash away,
eradicate
Take the past with you
It’s making us sick
Erosion
Easy cleanup
****
Unfazed by creak of joints
Press on
Frazzled framework
can be ignored in small doses
Wearing of a brilliant mind
is devastation
****
Dissolve into the word flow
The story blurs by
Time escapes you
Less hours complaining,
  more spent creating
Melt the page
****
Lavender & cream
  Her wedding day
Tears of joy
  Life anew
Fields of butterflies
  Her funeral day
Tears of pain
  Life of blue
****
The smell of cedar,
sage, tobacco, sweetgrass
Spirit can decipher them all
Sacred medicines
we laid around her
to pass in peace
****
I fell into you easily
The spectrum of your aura
drew me closer
&colored me lovely
I was always yours
I just didn’t know it yet
****
Brain overcast
Throbbing painful memories
Thirsty
Split between a night best forgotten
And a blue dawn morning on a steel porch
****
midnight shore is best for those
seeking closure in the night
star patterns lead to distant seas
she knows he is alright
****
Trade winds bring the pollen dust
change of seasons
& your return
They tease my hair like your fingers
& fill my heart with longing
****
We’d form stars
on lawns
Putting our
heads together
Sprawled out
and lending
gracious ears
to our comrades
in coming-
of-age tales
****

Dive into the vision board
Ask questions as a child
that make adults feel awkward
Swim in imagination
Keep floaties on
though you’ve grown
****
The go-arounds
The genius eye
The scholarship boys
Their mealy mouths
Stuffed with handshakes
And my dragon tongue
Whipping them into shape
****
Pouring blessed oil,
perfumed, from the shell
Heads bow into it,
burdens back away from it
Wiped clean root
Third Eye
 Open
Ready to receive
****
Prophetic dreams
wake her violently
She knows how it will end
Not with whispers & whimpers
With pounding drums
& gasps of war
****
The barista’s smile
as he served cups
of caffeine addiction
was my love drug
I drank a decaf daily
to get in his line
for a fix
****
My tribe, my clan,
an encompassing circle around me
Though we are scattered
Earth across land,
tears across the sea,
we’re family
****
My dad played a lot of things
Bad poker hands & board games
Never the same
after he learned to sing
his worldview
rhythm & blues
****
Funhouse seance
My cousins & I would freak out
waiting on blue flame reflections of candles in mirrors
But we were never afraid
****
Come along, crackling portrait
Watch the sun evaporate with me
Put your sandpaper hand in mine
Tell of long ago when you were happy
****

If I were
in two places
at the same time
would there
be two
of me,
two hearts beating?
or am I
forever split
in two
bending
time
for you?
****
Gotta love it
Pop top rhythm
Coconut oil
    aphrodisiac
Bronzed skin
Aqua oasis
Lazy shade
    serenade
Sweet return
of summer
****
Shutdown
Dawn
Spill
Orange juice
Down a drain
Running backwards
Causes nausea
Toothpaste
Acidic
Bleeding heart
Crawl back to bed
****
Scattering the petals of orchids
How cruel
to destroy
a forced miracle
to forget
how to live
Eye to eye
w/ a raven
You can face it
I know
(Can be read backwards & forwards)


****
The awkward silence
& thickness in a room
before a person explodes in anger
The ladies praise you
They coddle your shattered, brilliant mind
****
Vignette vision
  there’s no definition
   of the outlines of figures
     touching & blending w each other when their borders stop existing
****

The nights are too short
The bus rolling along
is the morning yawn

The bustling blur of progress
is the city vocalizing
your inner turmoil

****

I trust years
visible in creased hands,
hard work apparent by cracks in knuckles,
and tales of ‘back in the day’
over entitlement

****

Haiku:



Glitch in the system–
Our grudges have caused us great
error and failure
****

Summer, the vampire
Sucking our souls dry, stifling
raw throats, choking heat
****
VSS (Very Short Stories):


They invoke names they misunderstand. They beg for change from the shunned. Smooth palms up instead of around empty hands of the forgotten.
****
“Reckless”
Summer made us reckless.
Blazing veins dying for rushing rivers. 
****

“Test”
Loyalty put to the test.
To the dungeon, you rest.
****
“We’re human! Cant you tell?!”
The officer shot her down.
It had been two years since the end.
Human. Monster.
There was no difference anymore.
****
The idea of Fate having a hand in anything anymore was just a fairy tale.
The people had lost hope.
Life happened without reason now.
****
“Wisp”
Wisps of hair sprout from
the wise heads of elders.
****

“Flow”
Love like a river. Endless.
Let it flow. Rushing. Uninterrupted.
****
My uncles banter at Sunday brunch. Recall goin’ gaga over the summer girls each year, giving their daughters’ potential suitors death glares.
****

Just under the surface of her hard, protective shell, the voice of persistence waits to share stories of surviving the storm.
****

WIP (Works in Progress):


“I am no visionary, my dear,” he said adamantly.
“Just a follower of hunches and an ego that tells me I can never go wrong.”

****
“I missed my old friends so much that I just gave up trying to make new ones.” He walked out, the bell jingling above the door.
****
Keeping up with father when he never knew where he was going was how I spent my childhood. Now I’m a man with good sense of direction.
****

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