Small Poems

A poet makes a mark down town in spaces of pre history who escape the plain text of reality #smallpoems

A poet makes a mark down town in spaces of pre history who escape the plain text of reality #smallpoems

On broken lips wo float on sunken ships a detritis arises pushing stern pressures on the bows of our souls #smallpoems

On broken lips wo float on sunken ships a detritis arises pushing stern pressures on the bows of our souls #smallpoems

This weeks writing challenge. Use kenning metaphors...I kinda stretched the rules #MakeArtWorkStinks A tribute to the #smallpoems and #clmooc crew. I

This weeks writing challenge. Use kenning metaphors...I kinda stretched the rules #MakeArtWorkStinks A tribute to the #smallpoems and #clmooc crew. I played with the metaphors of time dilation and poetry as truth-quilts We pray with pencils. Catherdera…https://lnkd.in/eQg7jKbP

@telliowkuwp @dogtrax @grammasheri @wentale what an awesome poem. Reminded me of Phish's Cavern (different kinda poetry in that kenning) https://bit.l

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@telliowkuwp @dogtrax @grammasheri @wentale what an awesome poem. Reminded me of Phish's Cavern (different kinda poetry in that kenning) https://bit.ly/3DnHw4p Here is my example #smallpoems https://t.co/mKwUpWpaIM

#smallpoems Starving for oxygen waiting on rain rippling on rhytmns lost in my name as sounds bounce in drumming off the sun as yesterdays collapse in

#smallpoems Starving for oxygen waiting on rain rippling on rhytmns lost in my name as sounds bounce in drumming off the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze

Starving for oxygen waiting on rain washing pain forgetting my name in sounds found in drumming of the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze

Starving for oxygen waiting on rain washing pain forgetting my name in sounds found in drumming of the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze #smallpoems

#smallpoems Clocks tick Knuckles bent Two, four, Crack of Ten, fingers of time broken again, As it slips on spittle Quick slits of Reckon which Beckon

#smallpoems Clocks tick Knuckles bent Two, four, Crack of Ten, fingers of time broken again, As it slips on spittle Quick slits of Reckon which Beckon Seconds spilt in druel. By riddles spit in clues who Fool forgotten time.

Spider webs bend on taunt truths stolen in fine air Homes collapse on food #rwaiku #smallpoems

Spider webs bend on taunt truths stolen in fine air Homes collapse on food #rwaiku #smallpoems

So much thinking happens in space between notes Timing lost on thought so search for harmony which dwells within silence as tones bounce on tenacity o

So much thinking happens in space between notes Timing lost on thought so search for harmony which dwells within silence as tones bounce on tenacity of borrowed wind. #smallpoems