#MicropoetryMonday – July 10 – 16, 2017

Micropoems:





Larkspur sky, the one you like best
You’d never cut those flowers
You said you liked how they looked
on late nights, deep indigo


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I saw shimmering sand
in my eyes before the blackout

I saw a purple halo around the sun
& felt peaceful

I saw with my heart


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Circles,
smoke rings

Friends held firefly lights
in fumbling fingers

They’d go eventually,
simmering to a silent haze


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Pile of rubble,
of rock,
of cysts

Constant threat
of kidney stones,
of slivers

Faithful organs
of thorns,
of barbed wire defenses


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Your tattoos
foreign to me
exotic patterns
art on flesh

You were canvas
for projecting
daydreams
fragile fantasy
an ink affair


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the ticking metronome
became a hammering knock

the pressure of the room,
of the viewers,
of the performers

cold sweat & fear


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Amplified voices,
still no one hears

They’re listening
to what their own

inner dialogue interprets
as what’s harmful

& what’s no big deal


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Sinking ship
gave in to rock bottom
in the grey turned crimson morning
Salt tear sailor serenade
The captain kneels
in prayerful desperation


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Blessings at best.
Curses at worst.
Embracing unusual gifts, the better choice.
Running from one’s self proved impossible.


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He only saw himself-
perfect flash-
in all my broken pieces

Our mirrored love
through a windshield
on a low visibility pass


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They can take it all from me, but never
the power to imagine and create

They’re wind in my fire,
inspiring in their evil ways


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Deep pools of gnosis
in the seer’s eyes

Waves of a jeweled hand,
a flutter of owl’s wings

Possibilities painted
in crystal wisps


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The subtle caress
of the desert wind
and the silken touch
of a floating feather
are comforts from Creator
on a lonely night


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Too late
to reverse
past mistakes
so we sit back, strap in,
and enjoy the entropy


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In faith, they held on
to her threads of strength

Rapid eyelids speak stories
of a squeeze from a lifeless hand


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Telling stories about what’s
waiting in the woods
Horror beyond nightmare
waiting in the woods
He hears all
waiting in the woods


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Illumination
in quietude

A pure voice
hidden in your dark

A soul key stirring
an awakening

A spiritual fire
catching a spark


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I was fixated on the point
I wanted to keep

The stretch of time
I wanted unchanged

I wanted to carry it with me
& spread it on my present


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just breathe in
the sniffle of jasmine
crisp air post snowfall
burnt embers in smoldering fires
sent on the wind from home


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Dangling in dreams
from your edges

Landing in a haven
halfway between here &

On the moor at midnight,
dancing with your ghost


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Never a time again
for us around the table
Or taking refuge under
covered awning
You were my shelter too
My protection from pain


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seeds of yesterday
grief garden

sun forever pierces the grey
blinds me

vines of remembrance
bind me

you’re the sky
behind me


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Dreams of mirrors
leading to darkness
pulling me asunder
desperately swallowing
gasps of unclean air
filling shallow lungs


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life is all a dance
& I can’t lead anymore

you carry me through
these broken river rhythms

keep me floating
on water & air


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Attempts to edit
my shadow
from these pages

I put whole paragraphs
to rest & still the oak casts
me in darkness

I feel at home


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The idea of mermaid fins
didn’t appeal to me

I would not be bound,
but instead become water

Flowing, free, & fearless


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She pushes buttons
down to the deep roots
She does it well
Stirring calm ponds
Throwing boys back like fishes
out of idle boredom


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Take leave, quiet creator,
off to serve a nagging voice
urging a forced ending
to this crude dramatic play


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So much can happen
over one cigarette

We followed signals
around the corner

Sparks lit & I
laughed myself into a headache


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By blue light,
an orb glow, it appeared mystical
She sat recalling dreams
while he watched
long enough
to believe in the presence of auras


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The music changed
and the enchantress danced,
her strings pulled
by forces unseen,
by wraiths unclean

We spun, nearly drowning
in a trance


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The player,
careless with a vinyl heart
skipping in love’s presence,
leaves scratches,
deep and worn


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eyes from a faded daguerreotype
follow us across the foyer

her gaze speaks
of that which makes the sixth sense stir


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Haiku:




So much going on

the intro of what’s to come
is forever long


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VSS (Very Short Story):


The movie Jaws bore in her a fear of humans with weapons & determination, rather than a fear of sharks. She swam accordingly.


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WIP (Work in Progress): Sneak peek!


If you were here you’d teach me how to conjure a summer storm.


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