#MicropoetryMonday – May 8 – 14, 2017

Star bright & flashing
Trails of sparklers dancing
Losing ourselves to the beat,
to the revolving floor
Young & free
Forevermore

****

Cherry skies
at sunset

Wrapped in table cloths,
putting the great feast away

A reunion of umbrellas
and quickening winds

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Treating sadness like a newborn
Delicate china and lace
Fragile, cautious fingers

Hold on to surfaces of marble walls
Steady birth, depart

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Night is dead
  downward
spiral    Who
      but day
  could stop a
shockwave or a
perfect ending to a
delicate so-called life?

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Two squirrel muses
I was six & learned what poetry is

To become poetry
Well, that took years of chasing the wind

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Summer is teasing my psyche
I know its worst is yet to come
Chill at night
Warmth of the sun
Threat of heat lightning striking

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Sunburst
Choking on dry heat
Cool breeze, gentle
Rustling palm trees
Bound by the season
Triple digit temps loom with ferocity

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Bridal skeletons
She said they chase her in dreams
I asked about her cold feet
She said he was a blanket
Warming her
A death of old
Foretold

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Tangled hues of red, invisible now,
but I once bled
Mother, with your painted skin
I hear your call within
I lost you
to wild blue

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sand mottled with spittle
drawn lines with sticks
crossing into territories
that belong to no one
yet guarded by snarling dogs

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Pale morning
Sheets of rain
Coffee steam
A snuggle
Talk of dreams
Crossword puzzle
Laughter triumphing
 over our life of struggle

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No mood for magic
Things got too serious

Gotta laugh
Gotta drift away
Gotta find beauty in reality

I can talk real with you
It’s wondrous

****

In the face of the raven
Drop the demure draping of constraint
Be bold
Free
Shed your old life
Watch it fade
Evanescent memory

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Too familiar,
gathering round the
Virgin Mary statue,
placing shoddy dandelion chain
upon her chipped head
The blushes have bloomed

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Stern-eyed solivagant
held a universe
in weathered hands
Sleepless nights,
we’d listen to his stories
of adventure & distant lands

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Pearls and peonies
Princess pink
A garland canopied promenade
Petals pressed into her summer dress
Picking poppies placidly

****

Let’s escape
this place

Sunshine
on your face

Run away
to Paradise

Swim in oceans
of each other’s eyes

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Wrap your love
around a little
pinky finger
Promises of cotton candy
An ear that hears every word
A heart that never closes off

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Walking and lying
at the same time
proves hard for
the stuttering
old geezer
Microphone
intimidation
in front of
the entire
nation
****
I read the page
with words
that smelled
like blood, tears, fears
They bled into the
love verses
Pumped them
full of life
& curses
****
Perspective widens with age
Wisdom looks back
further,
limitless,
undefined
Do you recall your genesis?
They say we won’t remember death either
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Stone throwing
Lake Huron
Looking up at
Bridges
He says
To build bridges
We must
Start listening
Gull cries
Litter glitters
In the
Pink sun
****
Collecting buttons
from rock shows
to decorate our
messenger bags
Our scene was mild;
scarves in summer,
striped stockings,
teal eyeshadow
****
The crow twitched–
Impulsive rhythm!
Hit window pane
like my lover
No rest for the insane
The dead cry to me
Over and over
****
Potato cakes sizzle
Melt
the brain away
Compact
the crannies
Cooking can heal
Or
Distract the focus
from the TV screens
replayed doom cycle
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Thick green elixir
Numb potion
Perfectly measured
This desert
Air
Smell of rain
Clouds tease the terrain
I drink it down
The algae
The ocean
****
Off kilter
is a redundancy
All feels clammy
to the hands
that aren’t sure
if they exist
or not
Bone fragments
Expressive gestures
Nerve burn
****
He captured waves
of all variety
Light, sound, sea, barley grain
They hung from the ceiling
by bread ties, in stereo,
white noise
****
Flower shower
Bloomed out of nowhere
Magenta petals from Heaven
   floating down to my open hand
Scented rain
Bittersweet
****
Curtains part
revealing a connection between
the light and dark
battle your DNA
keeps fighting
Without you
to close the blinds
****
My jewel box;
delicate figurine
petrified in arabesque pose
spins on a rusted spring
after all these years
to Fur Elise
****
I didn’t track growth
I let the inner evolution
just happen
right under my nose
Stained glass pieces
reattached themselves
****
Once azure, smooth stones, sting rays
Now slime green, kelp bundles, carcasses
Tears in the ocean,
trying to save precious life
****
I didn’t want to hold
a hand that pulled away
I called your shadow a liar because you’d never face your darkness
So you’d never know
****

Lost to lonely depths
of self loathing
Dropping lines, hints
Clumsy, dropping everything
Determined, pick up pieces
Found again
****
There are no clocks here
We give time no power
It goes on, looping
It stays the same
It never grows
We just fill it
Hope to pass it
****
A poet’s canvas
Loose leaf paper
Grey, aged
College ruled, unlike me
I sacrificed so much of myself
on my own to learn for free
****
An unyielding thirst for life
kept most of us going
But my cousin fell like rose petals
& wind carried her
when her well ran dry
****
Minutes before your return,
I can’t sit still
Excitement upon seeing you,
I feel it still
Always,
your open arms welcome me
****
Broken mornings
are to be expected
during full moon days
The summer swell
It’s what we call it
Thick desert air
It feels like hell
****
French roast
Sweet nectar
My fingers run on a cup & a half
Unstoppable thoughts
Runaway lines
My notebook fills
Never enough
****
Teeth chattering
Silver spotlight in the sky
Things are hanging from a bridge
I see with my one good eye
The saltwater laps my face
****
Mistresses of the moonlight
Glamour, splendor, fame
Midnight maidens
Wild, chaotic, untamed
Merry misses
Free, undefined, unnamed
****
The taking
of body and soul
So sudden
  There was no birdsong that cerulean
   morning
   There was a smoking grey treeline
****

Friends
who danced on edges
disappeared
I can’t forget them
Songs play that feel like
a letter they wrote me from the dark
****
I’m crying
for home
& you’re
cutting little squares
on the rug
Can’t you see we’re the same?
Hyper focused
But in different lands
****
Summer rain,
where are you hiding?
You once soothed my aching skin,
fell in cleansing sheets,
kissed by distant lips
Come again
****
I was told the most beautiful lie:
I could not have faith
in my madness
They were wrong
The pain cycle repeats
& repeats & repeats
****
Tapping on this empty page
trying to make my pen a wand
Make some magic,
take some deep breaths
Creating is often
such sweet sorrow
****
Change the tune
to something more–
calming
The sound of shattering glass
Trickling rain from gutters only makes one think of home
****
He could hear the old man’s
deep, dark thoughts keeping him awake
He had nothing to soothe him with
No wisdom on his young tongue
****
The moon-
A full flower
Hoping to give lunar power
To wilted ivory lilies
On a lonesome windowsill-
Bending shadow to her will
****
I keep it cold & dark in my abode
refusing to let go of the ghost of Winter
Long days torment
I wait for the chill of the moon
****
Nothing is impossible,
I’ve always said
I recall accusations of paranoia
and/or
delusional thinking
I won’t say I told you so
****

A thirst for truth
can leave you
desert dry
or choking,
near death,
on tears
of ancestors
Still we search
for a place
to belong
****
Eyes filled with haze
& debris of destruction
That’s all there is to see
Coffee grounds like coal,
browned petals of last week’s flowers
****
Beads of sweat
line guilty or innocent brows
No one knows truth
Just the familiar faces
poised
for the next round of questioning
****
Cleared throat
Eyes dart anywhere
Except into other eyes
Clank of beer bottle
Unmistakable sound of someone going too fast over a speed bump

****

Brisk voice,
flick of Bic,
getting down
to business

You’re a wall
covered in vines
& I have to
keep falling

to try & reach you

****

We’ll meet again
on the Autumn shore

You’ll find me eventually
I’ll be the lost girl

Tossing wishing stones
into the soulful sea

****

Gram wrapped me in cashmere petals
Her Elvis blanket felt like that
on a long night
waiting for good news,
bad news,
any news

****

Leaves rustle
whispering the exact location
your favorite ghosts are buried
You planted trust on bad soil
Choking weeds
Cover

****

Sinkhole feelings
in the pits of
stomachs
filled to the brim
with consumption

Purged minds
Rise

Honor your hunger,
your passion

Create

****

The fool picks his poison
but he doesn’t see
the death parody

How funny
is she for spiking both glasses
with nightshade berry?

****

Start the day
And blink tears away
Destroyed dreams
Never had a chance
Early morning
Summer days, waking in infinite
Sadness

****

The strength of the supposed tragic title
begged the wandering eye
to open its withered pages,
step off of its edge,
and try not to blink.

****

Dazzling displays on parade
   entice us
Glittering mermaids on a dance floor

Sea of white
Those waves erase us
Make us feel drowned, dirty

****

The twinkling
& tinkling
of the beaded curtain

Separating genius
from ranting madman,
or did it?

Cellophane
We could see
right through him

****

Outside the box
is just as scary
as the inside
if a society
is still doing
all they can to
silence, erase,
or kill you

****

Hi world,
I’m going to try
to stop fearing you so much

I’m writing a similar letter
to my little voice
who whispers to me

It’s ok to speak

****

Lives lost to restore a timeless decay of
their idea of innocence

I don’t understand their ways
I don’t understand what they say

****

Stop the damage
from spreading
by drawing your own lines
between too much,
or not enough

We’ll end this
A controlled burn

****

Simple scenes
transformed into glorious color

There’s no limit
to my painter’s imagination
when he’s left alone for awhile

****
My first taste of Oz
was in my head
formed of a black & white page

The movie changed all that
& at any age,
still chaos in color

****

Keeping to the dark, he ran
Night watcher, owl clan
He said he used to lie with snakes,
refusing to succumb
to the
blinding sun

****

I’ll reach for the outstretched hands
of young ones
when their mothers & fathers are gone

It’s what’s done
It’s how we move on

****

Moth wings flutter
a little web of light
against the single bulb
in the corner
of the porch
she left on in case
he came back home

****

Wistful thoughts
of wishful hopes

she never could
let go of

Keeping them close
was something to hold

****
Guardians of portals
Winged clocks, whirring cogs
Ethereal machines
Ticking time bombs
Angels of Time
Eternity unbound
****
Carnation crushed
under dusty heel
They paired you up,
pressed petals
You made sure
the twilight
matched the shade
of her eyes
****
What’s happening
is a battle
of cracking limbs
& joints
A mind
richocheting
with everything
straining
to stay inside
& fighting
to burst free
****
Preference:
Making an entrance
to hushed tones
rather than praise chorus,
thunder of applause,
lightning storm
of cameras
****
Breathe in deeply
Inhale the forbidden
Like bouquets of roses
Fresh air, or toxic smoke
Hide your hands in the dark
Be blind to temptation
****
Tear stains on a family photograph
Taste of cherry pie in summer
Fishfly crunch underfoot, I trek to you
Keep me going, relatives
****
Bent
Broken
My body contorted to all kinds of wills
None my own
Bound in shame
I fight to stand
They offer loaded hands
I refuse
****
His life was rife
with right bloody tabloid strife
He took cobbled alleyways home
to avoid gawking townsfolk
and especially his wife
****
You gave me
me
to rescue me
I am a gift,
you
say, from the
gift that you
are
to me
Nurturer,
caretaker, life giver,
Mom
****
Heat haunts
I do this run
every season
Seek out
that shade shelter
Lemon water
Leafy greens
Sleep at sun’s peak
Wake for cool night
****
Crumbling like a shack
So powerless, the mighty house
Soot smoke for miles
Blazes in saucer eyes
Relief fell from the skies
****
Super beings
They sit upon glow clouds
They just enjoy their view
Lowly humans
We can’t reach that high
We die trying to
****
Hushed voices
scare me more
than loud shouts
that come about
from anger
Whispered threats
in ears
that no one else hears,
always more severe
****
Magic man
He had a habit
of performing
Mystifying acts
of disappearance
right when we needed him most
****
Mama’s behind that curtain,
but not really
She’s in the look
on my brother’s face
or in the breeze finally
Acid tears burn my eyes
****
Pencil in
Impromptu block party
Motown sound breakaway
The week’s leftovers hors d’oeuvres
Celebrate
Unexpected soiree by moonfall
****
Even bad days have their own raw beauty
Pretending is tiring
Fighting against the aches
Better to surrender to innate pain
****
I couldn’t see
the grey yarn words
unraveled before me
All was transparent
I was transparent
I dissipated into
all that nothingness
around me
****
Today I realized nothing ever changes
Chances are, nothing ever will
The deep breath after the hang up
It’s difficult
I’m exhausted of you
****

Haiku:


Those special moments
in an ordinary day,
more precious than gold
****

Screaming the truth ’til
our voices are raw, bleeding
No one wants to hear
****
Queen of angels
cocooned in gossamer robes.
Vision. Apparition.

****
VSS (Very Short Stories):



Growing darkness.
Make no sound when you breathe or he’ll find you.
Make no movement as he inches by, dragging a rusted scythe.
****

Some albums take me right back.
$1 beer night. Live show of the only band my sister & I’s tastes shared.
Cartoon projections as they played.
****
“Amuse”
Funny. His bad joke was
the amuse-bouche of his humor. 
****

Branches reached for the clouded sky like scattered limbs.
I shuddered when I realized that’s exactly what we were looking for.
****
“Run”
Run past the warning.
Face the beasts upstairs.
Head start.
****
I arrive at a fork in the wood.
Owl calls. I’ve been waiting to hear her sign.
I continue on in the darkness, toward home.
****
She solved the problem of loss of sleep during childhood from fear of the monster under the bed by never having an under the bed again.
****

WIP (Works in Progress):



Summer meant roaming free & Mom in a better mood.
Nothing could bring him down over vacation, especially if there was baseball.
****

“You’ll do fine. Just gotta respect the hierarchy.”
“Wha-?” I gulped.
“Hey! Back off the new guy, James!” Mary-Ellen yelled.
****

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