Micropoetry – MindWraith

Cool warmth.

A cabin lit by a single window in a cold night, trees covered in snow

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 . . .

Untitled.

Poetry a statue of a hand holding a rose

Death reveals all in it’s nakedness I am.

Sweet Irony

Poetry strawberry reflection on the water

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 . . .

A splinter.

Poetry textured wooden wall with splinters and large chunks coming off, painted in blues

A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole

Inside Out.

Poetry The grounds, trees are above upside down, and the starry milky way at the bottom

Turn me inside out through words fully lived emptying the insides out into space till there is nothing of me left in here but everywhere . . .

A moment in You

Poetry rain drops on a glass with a blurred background of green and lights

Time cease when I fall in your spell a moment stretches to eternity— misty breaths stirrings of the heart I surprise myself when I awake to the rhythm of life— A Day has gone past in an hour of the Hand. In such moments, Love I can believe ***

Life’s Fervor

Poetry a single small purple flower surrounded by yellow flowers in a close patch of grass

rose tinted lenses blades of grass between the toes puffs of clouds in smoke dappled sunlight seeping in rolling hills of belly laughter butterfly kisses on puckered flowers fur nuzzling in heat fingers softly tracing skin sensational aphrodisiac

Devoured

Poetry chaotic colors on a black background

Demolish me in your chaos I stand at the precipice of edge of mind waiting for the push to tip over ready for my next step toes meeting air the heart drop fall into nothing and be devoured in you

A game.

Poetry an abstract art of swirls of blues and oranges

slippery thing wiggly squiggly dance flitting between these fingers too playful to catch tantalizingly calling me tugging the corners of my lips indulging each other in a chase eternal A game of sheer delight.

Impermanence.

Poetry sea waves in sunset waving into the sands of the beach

Here and gone like barefooted imprints on the sands near the shores There and not there washed away by the waves a secret touch that none feel but two dissolving into one . . .