Category: Micropoetry
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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, my 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 of crushed […]
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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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Inside Out.
Turn me inside out through words wholly lived emptying the insides out into space till there is nothing of me left in here but everywhere . . .
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A moment in You
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 ***
MindWraith 