#MicropoetryMonday – July 17 – 23, 2017

Micropoems:


Ahh, Kentucky!

I had a long distance
summer romance
when I was young
with a boy from KY

Our love rolled
just like the hills


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Under watchful eye,
sleeping soundly,
under guiding light
Dreaming in sun splashes,
feeling comfort of phosphenes,
gentle bright
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vibrance can be loud
piercing
eyes of neon
a blinding kind of song
from a throat
from the air
take cover
i’m covered
i’m scared
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Man on the moon,
deep in guilt
Lunar love–
I gave fully
I swelled with pride
I beamed–
You met me half way
half moon,
untrusting
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Aurora Borealis in your night sky
and I’m waiting for the sun to set on my loneliness
Soon, the eclipse will come
and we’ll meet in the air
****


even next to you,
me leaning into
your tiny bird frame
you’re fading,
and we’re still bridging the shores
between us
****

I’ll take your sprinkling of rain
It’ll do to refresh me for a moment
I’ll ponder reflections
in those glass teardrops
****


My eyes skim
the surface
of you floating on your back,
glittering mermaid
standing out;
an emerald
on the jeweled lake
****


This old poet
ran wild once,
singing of suffering & death
I was entranced by brilliant verbiage
dripping from his wagging tongue
****


Severing shadows
They followed too close,
Consumed me

I’m banishing them
They can stay behind me
Because love is here and now


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Circus music played

and you danced around

your paints—a menagerie
of color and splendor,
companionship of sound
****


blood dotted
‘blanc bras’
you taught me that
it meant white arm
you said etchings
I said self harm
droplets of fire
cries for help
****


Seeds in small hands
leaving legacies
Gifts to grow, plants of hope
so future generations
can dance again
in green fields
****


We’ll meet,
clasping wings
after the journey
Together, we’ll fly
and we’ll part
once the clouds do
It’s what must be done
****


A too late discovery
We cry over lost chances
but faithfully
strain our eyes
to see the traces
of magic left behind
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A past life,
revisited
There’s brightness in an old soul,
somewhere
Layers under layers,
inquisitive
****


I’m calling the water
to come down
The stillness answers
with a sky full of clouds
I dance for the raindrops
to fall to the ground
****


Onyx raven
speaks esoterically
to the children who listen
to the symphony of the night
where omniscient eyes
move beyond worlds
****


Sirens

a warning call
a lulling lullaby

the eye of the beholder
the ears of the spelled
the danger of falling in too deep


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Hours of exquisite words
Imprinted images on stinging eyes
Poetry becomes an obsession
An attainable source of pain & bliss


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Haiku:




the seagulls catch the
tail end of the nor’easter
take their precious flight
****


His quicksand tactics,
leveling the playing field
by sinking down deep


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VSS (Very Short Stories):


“Imagine”
They finally arrived in places
beyond what they could imagine.
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WIP (Works in Progress): Sneak Peek Lines


She said I was so selfish with my secrets
I said I gotta hang on to something


****


It was so humid mom said Mother Nature had a sweat lodge ceremony.
It explained why we were all in a constant state of purging.


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“This place is odd. Everyone running around looking for themselves in other people.”
“If you think that’s strange, wait until they find it.”


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