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Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.
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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
Greg McVerryGourmet has so many layers of meaning In front of Jelly Beans It means, "Gross" #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems #clmooc Amazing how fast meaning shifts stating "I can't" So definite. Yet add a Why meaning flies When "Why can't I" rolls off the tongue unlimited possibilities untwist from time Power fed to the powerless All in three letters W-H-Y
Greg McVerryWhen you teach a biologist to write poetry you learn things mycorrhizal mishaps in firing synapses gashes in knowing dashed into verse so instead of one guy writing a poem we have four poets writing about fungi. #smallpoems #clmooc
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Poetry picks at pretentious poses of prose, Exposes holes taking tolls on truths no one owns how one knows what poetry is semantics,syntax antics , and panics, which flow through dry beds of borrowed meaning as truth escapes in soundscapes and blank space where adverbs once inhabited. no thesis to please us but truth honed on stones of emotional
Greg McVerry#smallpoems People will ask me what a poem means and I will say, "What I needed it to?" And hope they walk away Yet they gawk at each allegory. A hawk hunting on gales of hidden truths like each stanza a tattoo on my soul and they rudely ask, "Wha'ts that mean?"
Greg McVerryI have lived a life not polite to scribe in common circles so I must mask my truth in false cellophane of overstretched metaphors #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems This Good Friday I seek shelter behind a rock it didn't block no cave or nothing Just the wind Micha trespasses through quartz and limestone of a foot rest Journal splayed, like thoughts over knees Then finally as the third stanza rises the sun comes out again
Greg McVerry#smallpoems When you find you way to Sheepskin Hollow After the bridge; the one spanning a crik pointing first to the lake and down to our Tidal River You will see a wooden stake. Chevron carved deep and painted blue. Stay right After walking awhile a crest of one hill really You will come across if you look closely a blue marker absconded a painted wooden b
Greg McVerrypoetry found in sounds of picking the right poem for the moment #smallpoems
Greg McVerryI laugh at histories I am only too ashamed to cry about #smallpoems
Greg McVerrybroken tooths scraping against torn elbows bent at junctures of self only point to protuberance of sustenance who steal mana from the willing #smallpoems
Greg McVerryPestilent ghosts pick at portraits dangling in precarious plaster. Unpainted pasts, hang on bent nails in our walls pealing as time forgets stories all remember. Logic dismembered dripping in dark sunshine only hidden truths unleash #smallpoems
Greg McVerryJust realized something about my subdomains, I now have my quickthoughts, my longthoughts, and jgregorymcverry gets stuck somewhere in the middle. Might make this a poem, maybe it already is. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryAs second hand slips past six sounds of mistral whisks slow and minstrels of morning beckon to a new clock a New Day 22, maybe like 21 24, 7, or 51 but birds do sing again, #smallpoems
Greg McVerryDay 22 wind howls outside darkened windows morning birds silenced songs not slipping into existence on tongues of time instead stilled, trapped tones and notes who seek escape from our quiet fate does a bird sing alone? #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Grappling lead from my heart yet I am scattered, hurt and deeply tired. bemoan partisan differences inability to engage in civic discourse people question inner truths trauma on top of trauma to do with rhetoric. Supportive networks tension between what I want versus what I responsibly should do essential knowledge for our teachers stakes are rai
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Twilight glances fall while our lighthouse prances with a flirting summer moon intertwined Souls born in flames of Chimbaroza's desire their fire tames in The Way of the Andes aAfluid jaguar flows to Our Big House atop Cane River Child of Kil knows Truth points outward, not up towards our river where time and water pass, knowing our lighthouse mu
Greg McVerrySounds of home schooling lulling my attention to better spaces not sure. Maybe a metronome keeping time for the clarinet or a Pileated Pecker beating out a feast against the trees Strange harmonies in our home #smallpoems
Greg McVerrybroken toes dance on fingertips scraping our elbows of bent memories #smallpoems
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