Micropoetry

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We have little time

To impress upon the earth

That which fills our souls

And as we age

We gather within

Instead of reaching out

 

30

You breathe darkness

As if it were cigarettes

Ample enough to flood your veins

And shock your synapse

Into the illusion

Of belonging

 

29

They fire through the mist

And into the forest trees

They know not what lives there

But they fear the dark between the branches

 

28

Under her icy skin

Lay the frozen bones

Isolated like clay pipes in the ground

A separate universe

Beating and pulsing

Underground

 

27

We are hidden leaves

Pure but forgotten

To the waters that carry like rain

The sediment of a life once lived

In higher climes

 

26

We are sedate

Quiet and humble twigs

Snapped from adult trees

Waiting for the storm

To tell us of the breeze

 

25

The wonder

Of all things

Darkened whispers

From bodiless souls

Wishers of all things

In physical prose

 

24

That jungle

Where trees stand like people

There is a sign

That hangs on branches

Of the decline of nature

And the shortages of sticks

 

23

Summers' dust to winters' rain

A winters' pear to summers' grape

Summers' burn to winters' pain

A winters' day of no escape

 

22

I like strange things

Normality displaced

Roses with buds closed

Inverted rainbows underground

Strange objects falling from the sky

 

21

The night stirs its army

Beneath the velvety sky

But daylight will come soon

Above the sallow moon

 

20

Hunger beats like a drum

In those autumn beasts

And loss pervades sin

In the autumnal feasts

 

19

A soul can rest easy

Listening to

Music from midnight pianos

In the dark

While the waking spirit

Can think of life's design

 

18

You echo into darkness

Feeding upon spirits

Roaming with wolves

Hiding from ghosts

Feeling through life

With broken bones

 

17

His arms are concrete

Scratching the world's surface

Shedding the darkness

Revealing light behind walls

From this high-rise dream

 

16

let me shine brightly

like a naked diamond

until I am obscene

let me lose gold teeth

and spit silver

may my hair be braid in gold

 

15

Human thought is unkind

The high wind that shapes mountains

The water that cuts paths

The greed that burrows the land

Yet angels are born

 

14

Hollow trees undone

To the lace of branches tied

Shallow curves unsung

To the dancing of the tide

 

13

Through the darkest of nights

I see birds find their way

Through tunnels and coils

Woven into the fabric of dreams

 

12

In a myriad of ways

We steer from the ash

As our boulder dreams fall

And the star fires burn

 

11

Let the ghosts of the past

Rewrite the present

Let all things be Kind in their way

Simple and pure

Let us find ourselves

In the wind

 

10

Greatness is a feeling

Of knowingly witnessed

Notes from the norm

Mere fragments extended

Beyond human reach

Within human sight

 

9

The literary

Not bowing to the populous

Ideas sprung from spaces

Not filled by baron wolves

Not marred by acid tongues

 

8

May all your thoughts

Be collected in my heart

May all your words

Rest upon my soul

And may all your days

Be spent here with me

 

7

In my dreams Shredded paperbacks

Fall from the sky like snow

Each flake a word

Settling upon meaning

Covering the grey

Until I wake

 

6

Candles burning bright

Before the hour of midnight

A time when creatures lurk

Behind moonlight spheres

And yesterdays unwinding

 

5

From this window look

Upon the moving world go by

While stillness resides

Within me

 

4

Such tragedy falls

Upon innocent souls

Darkness unimagined Light unfathomed

Time deepens the well

Of both pain and fear

 

3

That wilt inside of this mind

Will grow towers of thought

And drown in shallow puddles

Until the truth has won out

 

2

Miles of golden sand

What world can afford all this?

Beauty frayed but pure

Waters framed by the high land

A plughole waiting to be pulled

 

1

Unending steps

Unyielding mountains

The undulating corridors

Of my mind

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