Category: Micropoetry
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Innocence in want
How the wind plays into trees bending, breaking and uprooting how it walks crunching roofs of sweet homes chasing butterflies and flops on its butt flattening fields of wild flowers How its innocence of wonder lay waste unawares in want.
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I will love you till I hate you Hate you till I love you Love you till I hate you To and fro fro and to The pendulum swings The pendulum sings no wind stills it— My heart is a dancer.
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Muted
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe… and… lonesome
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Loopy words
What’s your favorite word today? Clouds Why? It’s a loopy word, It starts with a ‘C’ that is, a half circle like cloud fluffs yet it sounds more like a loop than ‘circle’ does, Isn’t it?
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Summer tang.
The grass, frenzied and wild as I in the embrace of the sun in its zenith– pressed unto the backs of my shoulders, head and …neck. Cheeks aflame, dizzy in its proximity like a lover too close, hair tickling the thighs as I lie on the lawn, white ruffles pushed to the side drenched in the tanginess […]
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Who speaks?
The dandelion don’t make wishes The leaves shudder like rattlesnakes The clouds shape is anything but Does the river move forward or backward?
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Cool warmth.
Mirrors curtained in wet drapes peering through crystals, lights stretched to the night skies, apples reddened in the frigid air. One more fat snowflake on a whimsy descent cool kiss its deathbed . . .
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Sweet Irony
I seek refuge in words to escape from words the sweet irony in what gives you most joy gives you most pain what liberates you captivates you . . .
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A splinter.
A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole
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