An inner voice chameleonlike offer yourself to what you encounter for musical scoring inhabits punctuation and line breaks forming the tone, the Poetry in Zen poems touch and change translucent intentions of simple answers in tendrils of attention pointing to fertile directions #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found Poem from Jane Hirshfield
Poetry an Argument with self a stitch in a flood, a gap in a place of puzzlement bewildered, sorrow overspilled I don't know what I ponder until I sit down in quiet moments stolen from the day #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found Poem from Jane Hirshfield
Strange where do lines come from? Pull back from where you are, lost in mire describe the world and lift yourself out. Turn the experience into art. Make a Poem a Poem by giving that experience extra layers which work on the page and invite others in #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found poem from Deborah Garrison
Poems resonance on in combined voices respond to loss with love of sheer physical pleasure languages sonic textures, rythms stand back shape language to gain distance let it go Sonic textures marvel in self expression becoming art as we let readers in #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found Poem from Mrk Doty
Classmates dead I could have been one wrote instead an exercise of freedom like a muscle it grows strong still thy self in waiting language speaks before an utterance perception calls imagination to attention #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found poem from Lorna Dee Cervantes
treat this moment as revelation while sound work resonates in deep playfulness fiddle with language fool around No finale to be found #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found Poem from Coleman Banks
Poetry a mythology of I souls passage in time unbelievable off rhymes Make the ordinary GLOW in opposites stuck together #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found poem from Stanley Kunitz
wisdom born from authority, not cleaved from knowledge spills over with Truth dousing away candor in an eddy of riposte bubbling, fermenting swirling in righteousness only found by gouging out the Owl's third eye #smallpoems
#smallpoems #poemsofpresence Sol set on our son's 9th birthday Twilight hasn't risen stars still out of reach like normalcy shrouded behind a crochet purple jumper pulled loosely over the canopy seeing leaves awaken. Their clocks stirring in an inevitability of hope kids winding down as birds beckon last call I close the journal and head inside
#smallpoems words unheard in touches of smudges as fingers dance both singer and thinker bisexual particles pouncing on partners of opportunity in typical but invisible lunacy of love bouncing on hymnal voices of hues moisten alloys and joyces in flexible lines pf visual verse pinnacle of trivial chalk dust trails which unveil miserable masterpieces in crust
dance goes deeper than grunts & bending knees What of bees? or stars who gyrate at frequencies we can't see? We all chasing the same One An intergalactic stereophonic boogey oogey of poetry in bent sounds #smallpoems
mean it synergy in energy from academic articles down to quirks in quarks of our particles gravitational waves gyrating in mazes of synchronized gazes everything moves but no matter the beat Always returns to the One #smallpoems
#smallpoems To address how images rhyme be a mess to exclude Kress Always enjoyed Frank's take maybe rhymes hold court in tripartite castles of color and sound rhymes found in visual swirls designing semiotic seals beaten to perform light on retinas refactored into rhyme filtered, discarded charred and scarred poems of perceptiona literal linkages of or rhym
Back to the question: #smallpoems 2 Contrast these perspectives let's compare backgrounds in sound dancing in color theories could a rhyme be side by side? Analogous splashes on sandy shores or does a couplet require complementary colors opposite dots in harmony toasting to tones of purples purged from snails Not sure Issue ain't black and white Guess I am n
eXplore depths of shallows by twisting toothpicks into eyelids of tidal pools a sojourn for crustaceans who can claw into deep crevices of truth swimming' below your cracked carapace #smallpoems
Dandelions pop in such hurry petals stretching seeking needing to lick lips smacking from our sun Like Me creatures of creative fury and fire unleashed we burn in fields of fallen desire #smallpoems #poemsofpresence
Once more I bathe in forest floors sun filters upon carpets of damp green clumps clinging to stone walls marking truths that no longer matter stretching in directions to forgotten pasts #smallpoems #PoemsofPresence
a sweetness carried on wonders and worries of May's winter wind nostrils swim in scents still lingering. A friend who stayed too long, taste missed desperately when gone #smallpoems #PoemsOfPresence