vengeful in the darkness we sleep well in the silence of its glare ~ the red river flows along the channels we cannot see as we reach for the crown ~ this silent earth where the voices of the angels exist somewhere sight unseen ~ …
Read MoreMicropoetry 8-10-2020
in that far off corner where clouds roll in to carry the world’s news— thin as the morning mist
Read MoreMicropoetry 8-9-2020
adrift in sun the scent of roses coaxes me ashore waiting for the words that form in the particles— transformed into something real lost in the words that build another day— a page at a time As fireflies light up the dusk, Their spirits soon …
Read MoreMicropoetry 8-8-2020
in the world beneath the moon where secrets shall never leave the doors we close unable to leave until the morning lines have drawn the world once more in the mist of breaking light broken into a prism of light until my colors melt into …
Read MoreMicropoetry 8-7-2020
we follow the path where the spirits play until we see neither wrong nor right holding her thin as light as she looks the other way there is nothing to do as the world spins and we lie there in the softness of a rug …
Read MoreMicropoetry 8-2-2020
Within that time of year When flower blossoms fall This night moon lingers near The wall that held them all.
Read MoreMicropoetry 7-30-2020
as we escape the burning landscape I’m draw to the safety of the hills where the scent of grass still lingers with the smoke in this village we’ve built ourselves carved from our own hands the children play today and, someday, will walk away beneath …
Read MoreMicropoetry 7-28-2020
sketching the lines of the old town one upon the other where we’ve built on ancestors’ signs for centuries at a time
Read MoreMicropoetry 7-27-2020
in the morning mist where all that lies ahead is written in the brushstrokes of a weary man the children play where we reside while we pray for the world outside sitting in a chair as he waits for the time somewhere undefined discussing the …
Read MoreMicropoetry 7-26-2020
in a country far across the foam he revels in the respect he’d written off at home once the mask is off and laid to rest we move here in the stillness within the vision before us unable yet to hear the words in sandscape …
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