Small Poems

Art for friends only dwells in roots of fallen beauty #smallpoems

Art for friends only dwells in roots of fallen beauty #smallpoems

Total silence only found in constant chatter of falling rain answers glean in puddles atop unfurling leaves hiding the spring's truth #poemsofpresence

Total silence only found in constant chatter of falling rain answers glean in puddles atop unfurling leaves hiding the spring's truth #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

#smallpoems #clmooc Not day today not a normal day in the day sense of way when knowledge of day knotted away A Cold rain in Many May see snow Saturda

#smallpoems #clmooc Not day today not a normal day in the day sense of way when knowledge of day knotted away A Cold rain in Many May see snow Saturday So I tucked away Found my rock dog shat chased me away saw a tree decided to stay shaved a pencil to write a poem graphite broke wood splayed So I read instead About a submarine in the Cold War heyday until r

@wentale polymers into monomers moments into time moon but a fairy ring floating on hypha Souls so enshrined whisps of chitin slip away truth wafting

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@wentale polymers into monomers moments into time moon but a fairy ring floating on hypha Souls so enshrined whisps of chitin slip away truth wafting from our Flower Moon threads of fallen stars wrapping roots in our mind #clmooc #smallpoems #flowermoon

@LindaMitch2783 We Seek glory in no letters beyond those others master not teachers of writing more writers of teaching applying our pens of poetry to

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@LindaMitch2783 We Seek glory in no letters beyond those others master not teachers of writing more writers of teaching applying our pens of poetry to possibilities atop the pupils' paper #smallpoems #clmooc

Corn Planting Moon Milk Moon Vesak Festival Moon poetry of perigee keeping time as souls spin in splintered light At Buddha's birthday Glooskap picks

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Corn Planting Moon Milk Moon Vesak Festival Moon poetry of perigee keeping time as souls spin in splintered light At Buddha's birthday Glooskap picks flowers on Algonquin shores mine, yours, theirs, our #FlowerMoon #smallpoems

My moon slipped in silhouettes of time dancing for new horizons Negligee of night dawns the day's déshabillé embers cast watercolors painting today's

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My moon slipped in silhouettes of time dancing for new horizons Negligee of night dawns the day's déshabillé embers cast watercolors painting today's portrait in fleeting moments of truth splayed naked #poemsofpresence #smallpoems #flowermoon

Flames bent on borrowed embers opaque passion passing in swirling patterns of fallen ash Lost truths now lit smoke curdles and claims moments of reali

Flames bent on borrowed embers opaque passion passing in swirling patterns of fallen ash Lost truths now lit smoke curdles and claims moments of reality fleeting into yesterday's future #smallpoems

Black draped ribbon lay shadows bare in time spinning still dirge of stolen futures cemented in past shadows casting light on a journal splayed open c

Black draped ribbon lay shadows bare in time spinning still dirge of stolen futures cemented in past shadows casting light on a journal splayed open closed to her clock's hidden whispers #smallpoems

#smallpoems I slip below depth of possibilities and drown in broken realities stolen crowns in vocal fealty to token histories woven in unspoken ties

#smallpoems I slip below depth of possibilities and drown in broken realities stolen crowns in vocal fealty to token histories woven in unspoken ties beneath me. Concrete feet who seek to sunk a broken lung painted in lead of lost hope

#smallpoems #NaPoWriMo #clmooc Do histories relish in future's unwoven strings as tomorrow comes encroaching on today letting time unfold on wings of

#smallpoems #NaPoWriMo #clmooc Do histories relish in future's unwoven strings as tomorrow comes encroaching on today letting time unfold on wings of a Clay Colored Sparrow taking first flight New life nestled against shrubs needling our soul Every year sparrows seek the trees for a first, second third chance at destiny Today, nest is bare, pale grey birds,

#smallpoems My fingers root in gardens of meaning dirt of broken half bent souls collecting under chewed and cracked nails Knuckles ripped caked blood

#smallpoems My fingers root in gardens of meaning dirt of broken half bent souls collecting under chewed and cracked nails Knuckles ripped caked blood and mud congealing in folds of forgotten feelings Grasp of realities prance, Br'er Rabbits cultivating reside of reason through the toil of soils in stolen time embroiled in rhizomatic seasons ready to coil at

#smallpoems Creatures lay dormant tucked in fetal position claws scraping on sinew of your soul until drips of Dionysus's residue drip past broken rea

#smallpoems Creatures lay dormant tucked in fetal position claws scraping on sinew of your soul until drips of Dionysus's residue drip past broken realites an encrusted eye opens and it begins devouring and dancing upon time's imagined future

Poetry don't need no devices just pain painted in joyous sorrow #smallpoems

Poetry don't need no devices just pain painted in joyous sorrow #smallpoems

#SpecualtiveEd Sit not Sentinel, staring wantingly at gatekeepers A Snowball of insignificance Sit not Sentinel, stoutly, in cardboard ticky tacky str

#SpecualtiveEd Sit not Sentinel, staring wantingly at gatekeepers A Snowball of insignificance Sit not Sentinel, stoutly, in cardboard ticky tacky structures long past shelter, shackles of hope and promise Sit not, Sentinel, cheering a changing of the guard Instead strike flints of Speculation to spark wafery-thin papery perspectives into Endarkend Dreams of

Bout to walk my son, the youngest, bucket in hamd down to the crik to collect water to flush the John I should probably write a poem about this.. Some

Bout to walk my son, the youngest, bucket in hamd down to the crik to collect water to flush the John I should probably write a poem about this.. Someday, what happens with the third Kid. #smallpoems

#smallpoems #coronaschooling Yellow and orange buses snake our hallways generator's hum keeping time My back creaking laptop my only heat crouched on

#smallpoems #coronaschooling Yellow and orange buses snake our hallways generator's hum keeping time My back creaking laptop my only heat crouched on floor cramped in son's room Eight Note March assessing his clarinet playing on our shared hot spot the wifi, not the computer in my lap

bats hang empty crying for the fence stitched leather of routine gathering dust discarded in cardboard boxes undreamt globes spring nights silent No q

bats hang empty crying for the fence stitched leather of routine gathering dust discarded in cardboard boxes undreamt globes spring nights silent No quarrel of two struck lovers driven to meet so destiny can tear them apart #smallpoems

Grey scale pastels cast darkness over our moonlit canvas An emotional swirl in hundred of colors leaving me tired, streaks of stuttering monochrome fi

Grey scale pastels cast darkness over our moonlit canvas An emotional swirl in hundred of colors leaving me tired, streaks of stuttering monochrome film trapped in a technocolor world #smallpoems

Gourmet has so many layers of meaning In front of Jelly Beans It means, "Gross" #smallpoems

Gourmet has so many layers of meaning In front of Jelly Beans It means, "Gross" #smallpoems