A specter seeing the unseen apparition animated in angst. A poltergeist pouncing on possibilities in the revenant of revelry turns incorporeal innocence from night to day light to dark as the clock continues to click in those moments we must seek to wonder About another celestially sent Sensed in all that surrounds never abound, but bonded by love and wonder
Splintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible destiny Interest aligned eyes locked destiny's knot unwound as feet wrestle fallen leaves Just as the dogs run determined to get nowhere at all, their paths can never cross Warmed by the pleasure of shared mystery history at th
unleash holes in broken nows who claw through glass eyes in hopes of refactoring a better tomorrow Let desire drive destiny Set fire and knives to Those Flee A reality Me rooted In thee I write No choice. words bleed into screeds seeking silence in a broken soul pen picking up pieces and wrapping poems in pixels Poetry allows my scar tissue to breath Whisper
I sit restless As somber Solitude settles in House now as Asleep as streets Who cry in agony, lusting after lost Action Souls searching for Sounds upon empty Seas of forgotten misery
Sometimes reality seeps Into peripheral vision A Sense of mission when Wishing brings no Answers. Just unasked Questions seeking Anchors Impossible realities, barnacles Growing on rusted prints Dripping in stolen yesteryear
Giants of old hang tired, towering over a history past by. Branches bend and crumble under weight of knowing no spring will come now dwellings of decay a future robbed hordes of gypsies descended a pandemic in the canopy killing so many now empty Mausoleums of mourning
Like a decoy of Troy but an envoy of joy deploy toys as enjoyable ploys for the real McCoys with coy thoughts mixing divisions of flamboyance and clairvoyance an epoxy of unorthodoxy gluing smiles by spewing against trials found in a fragile docile lifestyle
Joy in poetry found in brief pain and fascination watching verse bubble up a meniscus of blood seeping from freshly pulled scabs unsought answers gleam from miniscule curved surface of the monsters who make up our jagged souls #smallpoems #poetryport
Dancing in scents as spice and pans fly wafting from oven arises a percussion of poetry in the kitchen a religion of near rhymes and recipes blessing me Stirring sounds of emotions swirl in bowls filled with batter of the soul Caadence curling around commotion as time kneads emotion Blanch the banal of plain staples bathed in aromas plucked by a Cassanova Ex
Given today's poetry prompt of play I had to try something I have never done before: Remix a voice poem in GarageBand In the shower I came up with the phrase "majestic, frenetic, poetic play", and I thought about how awesome it was for Wendy to play with spoken word in a poetic gift to someone. I wanted to try something new. So I grabbed a couple phrases fro
Searching for the color of sound in our polyphonic playground hints of hue in pillars of creation blue of the bass line and red giants keep time treble strokes yellow skies filling in crescendos of our shattered prism schisms in rhythm throw spectral lines missions of movement chromatism of souls in synchrotronic emissions spin and spin in Newton's wheel mut