#MicropoetryMonday – June 12 – 18, 2017

Micropoetry:

When the aura takes hold
the flashes become swirls
of hypnotic neon colors
Can’t run or hide
So I
surrender to the storm inside

****

lulling voice
telling bedtime stories
of mystical lands
where purple flowers reign
I wish I could remember
exactly how you sound

****

your inspiring determination

every day in garden clothes,
painfully planting

but you never
got the chance
to see them bloom

****

It was so limiting
to seek out
only blue skies
At least now I
can live with open eyes
to the full spectrum
of Creator’s dyes

****

Inside a hollow tree

cardinal chants
his mysteries to me

His song is a requiem
and a clear, somber
tune of apology

****

There is a ghost
of denial in everything
you say you can’t believe

But I achingly remember
the moment you became
the unthinkable

****

“you get used to the giant beam”

there are no surprises in the city

there are
assaults of sounds
&
gnats swarming
in gracious candlelight

****

Skin, tissue paper thin
adheres to bones of chalk
This is post colonial syndrome
The phantom flames burn
faces ashen with aftermath

****

I’d watch from under the awning, beaming
A smiling sun
waiting for you, daffodil
to finish dancing,
kissed by diamond rain

****

Newborn pigeons
too tender to run free

Slate blue
& heather grey feathers

No mixture of neon
from eating garbage yet

****

I’ve never known easy,
privilege,
wealth, fame
But I’m rich
with gratitude
I’ve had many names
& still, I love the journey

****

Winds change
Sometimes so suddenly
that early defrost floods
your solid ground
You climb a mountain
if only for higher perspective

****

A pensive look befell
the genius by the window
Lightning bolt strikes,
trees tumble, mind reservoir
Overflows, universes shift
All is bright

****

When we give
we are blessed
by gifts we sacrificed,
struggled, breathed
for permission to take
Be thankful
Be generous
Be love

****

Revisiting
Reevaluating

Readily gutting
Really cutting

to the bone
to the marrow

Retreating backwards
Rendering of fear

to move
to heal

****

Neighbor’s deadbolt–
terrifying click
because it all just clicks
for me
that outside is crumbling while
comparing agendas &
drowning in division

****

Pavement hot like fire under pattering feet
but I ran,
ignoring pebbles
embedded in my soles,
and I still chase the freeze

****

One more boulder lifted
over sweaty brow

One more rock
painted on the pile

On summer nights
your angry thunder,
lightning gleam

****

I can’t trust
robotic soldiers
who blow off
cries of the wounded
like they are dust
I can’t bear their likeness
on any surface

****

You never cared to be a rose spot-lit bloom under glass, on mother’s table

Kept, trimmed
until you dance free of thorn bindings

****

They bellow
that they know your heart
the measure of your faith
the heaviness
of courage whispered in a cold ear
of your embodiment,
falsely

****

I think of her arms,
sun kissed,
swinging freely
The breeze in her red curls,
her long skirts
& a smile that chased clouds away

****

When we got it in our heads
that we could climb the hills
(& actually followed through)
we kissed
by the glow of the city colors

****

I was taught how sacred
Mother’s herbs are

Tobacco, cedar
Sweetgrass & sage

I was shown the four directions
& that’s all I need

****

Gambling chances,
and we are down
to the last
straw in hell

Loose change panels,
chests that once held hope,
emptied down the drain

****

I can tap in
to the short films
in your mind

Your thought process,
a box full of light,
transforming visuals

beyond imagination

****

Morning magenta
rains down

The violet sky
reminds me of bruises

Land of the sun
bound

I swallow burning stars
to feed my storm

****

Discovering the perfect new music

   It’s a sign the whole world isn’t

against you    It’s a reconnection

   to the rhythm
   to the flow

****

I try to stomach
the art of breathing

This jagged, ragged
veil, torn in half

There’s no escape
from tragedy today

No reprieve
from sadness

****

Play me a song
to remember you by

So years from now,
when you start fading
I’ll hear it
& you’ll be back again

****

Wind in my lungs,
sun in my eyes

A heart entwined with
hanging vines

Blood thick with swirling clouds,
a tempest in my veins

****

A picture snapped
by a type of vulture,
two legged,
vindictive

Spread around
like poison
until its subject
has a change of face

****

Mourning is a way of life
Heart skips when phones ring
Sirens mean you pray
At night you hear crying
in the twinkle of stars

****

Trust stretches the same way truth does
Some measure it in levels

   d i s t a n c e s

You’re wearing mine thin
from miles away

****

Nostalgia by the old church

We too were
summer white lilies
in rows

Hands folded,
on our way
to the institution of confusion

****

He captivated me
with his polyphonic demeanor

A world of new sounds, vibrations,
& spectrums of colors

Wide eyes straining to see

****

Simple splendor

Brightness of a smile
hardly seen

Eyes unaware of their own brilliance
harbor a sparkle as rare as
precious jewels

****

Once in a lifetime,
serendipity
leads you
to an oasis
of wonders

Swim in
freshness,
purity,
and all encompassing
love

Submerge

****

The explanations
for the impossible
spur the inner wheels

Electric speed hypotheses
crash landing
resulting in a mind melt

****

Heartbeats & honeysuckle,
a dying rose

Spring pumps a new life,
taken too soon by the summer sun

Desert thirst
waits for no bloom

****

She struck up the band

Same songs, different season

Music for melancholia,
and unruly blues

Closing out with sultry hope

****

My tongue turns to hard candy
in my mouth
and everything is twisted

The words amplified in my head,
your smile,
the dangerous road we’re on

****

He described love
as slightly everything

Never fully committing
to a complete truth
that would make
faceless regrets
show up less
in dreams

****

Float away

It’s all she wanted

The abyss of etched lines,
The charcoal rubbings,
Moments shared

Float away
with the current

Come back

****
I heard the waves shrieking

Ghosts of childhood echoed
across the shoreline

I stood, rock still,
to see them dance
in the sea foam

****

I’m in a lifeboat
a big puffy yellow one

it floats along
but through the air

I know it’s a dream
I’m deconstructing gravity

I’m flowing

****

Left behind
leafing through
abandoned rooms

Certain spots
on floors
committed to
fond memory

Lighting
makes
all the
difference

****

Inevitable endings

Every season
conjures up moments you’ll miss

New places & suave strangers
best viewed
through summer eyes

****

A dreamer’s flame doused
by curse of morning light

Like the silence needs the storm,
blaring horns
need tremors
in the stillness

****

depositing your letters
__________________
       in      I____(where you belong) ____I
       the secret drawer
_____________

****

Unexpected breeze
hits me like a blow dryer

Stale air, I breathe in
handfuls of remnants

of the Gold Rush
& I choke on greed

****

He brought doomsday news
through the door again

There were crosses in the sky

He said he wasn’t afraid
because of love
& million year poems

****

Gifts on the doorstep
Owl delivery

My sister knows-
she sent care across the miles

Fuzzy blanket, cup of tea, a
new vessel for my thoughts

****

Arriving
unfashionably late
in wretched little pieces

Too pale
for powdered nose,
old excuse

Keep to corners,
the soiree goes on

****

Terror in a time capsule

We buried a whole year
deep as we could,

joked about escape tunnels
& pedaled home to
the rhythm of silent prayer

****

I hear the bustle
but make no attempt
to absorb its cacophony

My muse keeps
calling me away

Her oceans carry me into oblivion

****

Unsated,
with an uncontrollable thirst
for brutal poetry
that leaves you
feeling gritty
before the last stanza
pierces your skull

****

Riding the tide,
an emotional high

We question
the stereo
on how
we got here

Washed up
on amber shores,
kissing the waves
goodbye

****

the stars in the sky
aren’t any help
when acid tears
cloud vision

burning pain
slows the journey
mapped out
to glorious home

****

Hot summer nights

The ash moon gets no relief

No time to icily reflect
upon azure flecks
shimmering in his eyes
so long ago

****

Umbilical roots run deep

They are barbed reins
felt in every heavy decision

Three guardians
nod in the hallway
in wicked unison

****

The shameless were in a world
I couldn’t reach. They’d heap
piles of resentment onto me,
& trade regrets about my existence.

****

I flew away with my mixed feathers
  south to north

when my two fathers made me a bird

& my mother wouldn’t allow bouncing
  back to forth

****

Her hands
Whirlwinds at their worst
I saw too much through
a crack in the door
Some things
(can’t be erased)
mark a face so easily
Her hands
****
In summers of yore,
patience was the way
Days were spent perfecting
the highest house of cards
Frustration brushed away,
sweat on a brow
****
I read the most beautiful story
with your name in it
It’s a shame
that all you spun
were lies & that you were truly
a spider hiding venom
****
Revelations
in the twig branches
scratching on
the window
The woods beckon me,
waking me
from my visionary slumber
to show me true meaning
****
Made of marble,
the joints crack,
creak, you moan
Damp echo,
after rain mist
clings to skin,
drips from eyelashes
A crumbling creation
****
I lost them all
down a digital well
and I’m dropping lines
to fish them out
My friends,
we swim in different blues now
I miss your voices
****

Haiku:



I’ll just keep falling
& fading away like seasonal
tides & time

****

Cool, classic vibes found
in the dark underbelly
of the hottest scenes
****
He savored the solstice
while I waited patiently
for the eclipse
****
VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Gregorian Chants”
The croaking lure of Gregorian chants pulled me deeper into the crypt.
I seemed to float, possessed, toward their source below.
****

“Breathless”
Breathless after sixty seconds outside.
Heat Index Warning makes sense.
****
Strawberry ice cream socials on Sundays.
Checkered red & white tablecloths.
Mouths with pink bubble gum moustaches.
Nostalgia.
****
Tornadoes weren’t good anyway but the warning siren meant huddling into the cellar where creeping & curious things lurked.
****
WIP (Work in Progress):


… –wild names, colors, & assortments–
floundering on top of rusty puddles
refusing to absorb into the decay
of the city’s streets …
****

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