Light tossed on dark ways or kinship burn in fires crackling a Birch's sting to Heterodox thought lost in the Who of the Tree That flew, flew like birds leaving eyes blinded as knowledge shines White #smallpoems 🧵
Perkunas Shatters green oak of our doorway stepping onto Tangri's generous shade in frozen retreat as Querces Sea bears Ceres's Grove English Winters draped in Holly and hardiest, most holy mistletoe cut for Crowns #smallpoems #mastoprompt 🧵
cinnamon bends on winds of commerce and purses peppered in roots to seed a Channeling unimpeded flow and so the they toiled As Alexandria has risen Caravans fall and Caravels fly on monsoon winds while Sailors belt Solomon's Songs For the spice #smallpoems
#smallpoems Dramatis Personae descends on branches of writhing White Birch climbing past Vetala's vaulted stories slender and serrated branches bouncing as Sedklin's Chickens dance to tunes of poeople desolate in Villages lost And so Yima begins to dig while milk…
scalar multiplications hide Fisher's sympathies determinants in non-zero transformations bound by weighted divergence in strategies sought in a symmetry of cephalization #smallpoems
Flipping sleazy greedy frens sipping Martinins in a pristine Banz while Ripping needy pleas in beastly sprees of empty victories pyrrhic spoons of sliver slick in greasy realities of maladies in menance born through monsters incapable of penance #smallpoems https://x.com/RealisticPoetry/status/1830942515010380284
Words bounce in interstellar mediums and our truths circulate on a spatial scale bringing a terminal shock of answers on wind a brighter star in rapidly diverging flows for is it only in silence when one can listen to the wind #smallpoems #mastoprompt
define You and me. Consciousness through living, dancing our narrative as concept, not in signs but gestures used for phrases and ideas not to illustrate truths, but move our narrative forward until answers unfold in the generalization of abstraction #smallpoems
Too many daffodils petals wilted, plucked from rootesd history Dead bulbs demanding a mother's demise death's treachorous whispers fouling crumbled homes Now Graveyards and yet Daffodils have sprung ready to shrivel on another hollow heart #smallpoems #TooManyGone