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Greg McVerry / Writing & conversations
Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.
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When trouble, stilted, withered on hilltops dolloped in pockets of mosses whose losses of accosted rock deposit winds against stone. Only then can memories be alone #smallpoems
Greg McVerryDarkening fire of smoldering ashes darken in skies in dances falling silent as I lose myself in your eyes of destiny’s broken desire forgotten stains unseen in surrendering embers #smallpoems
Greg McVerryA moan escapes as I bend down, arm propped on a cooling stove to wipe up one more spill after one more day, and as stubborn streaks slip away I wonder, “Is this where my poetry has gone?” #smallpoems
Greg McVerryIn the duplicity that exists in me lives an epiphany kissing me to deny a duality who must do without on stolen lips words drip truth only a maker can meet on mouths of borrowed tongues #smallpoems
Greg McVerryWe are but a piece of glass born brittle in our sun while we make our galaxy for stars not yet born a sea of small energy back to the one sounds so lost they must get heard. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryRivers who open on the mouith of me send sounds drawn on lakes seaping in, in a source…. Waves pushed by smells of stolen memories floating on an antithesis to all I see #smallpoems
Greg McVerryI had a poem in my pocket but now I lost it and small meanings dangle in torn pockets whose cotton fibers lick live sockets #smallpoems
Greg McVerryA poet makes a mark down town in spaces of pre history who escape the plain text of reality #smallpoems
Greg McVerryOn broken lips wo float on sunken ships a detritis arises pushing stern pressures on the bows of our souls #smallpoems
Greg McVerryThis weeks writing challenge. Use kenning metaphors...I kinda stretched the rules #MakeArtWorkStinks A tribute to the #smallpoems and #clmooc crew. I played with the metaphors of time dilation and poetry as truth-quilts We pray with pencils. Catherdera…https://lnkd.in/eQg7jKbP
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Starving for oxygen waiting on rain rippling on rhytmns lost in my name as sounds bounce in drumming off the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze
Greg McVerryStarving for oxygen waiting on rain washing pain forgetting my name in sounds found in drumming of the sun as yesterdays collapse into tomrrow's haze #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Clocks tick Knuckles bent Two, four, Crack of Ten, fingers of time broken again, As it slips on spittle Quick slits of Reckon which Beckon Seconds spilt in druel. By riddles spit in clues who Fool forgotten time.
Greg McVerrySpider webs bend on taunt truths stolen in fine air Homes collapse on food #rwaiku #smallpoems
Greg McVerrySo much thinking happens in space between notes Timing lost on thought so search for harmony which dwells within silence as tones bounce on tenacity of borrowed wind. #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems #edu522 Hardest notes sought in tonal caskets collapsing on off beat rackets while simple counts escape me beckoning on a reckoning of a four four perused around a score gathered on patterns I can not see on the ONE or Glory of the TWO FOUR. Hardest music at it's core, is rhythm of silence and patience
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Doxa of drums crash in a crescendo of One, phenomena pantomiming animistic agents who dance a true name summoning three emperors to court as bellowing beats bounce between scattered entities in spheres of activity painted on hides pulled over the burl of dawn's day and hammer hits rock in stillness of constant hums
Greg McVerryTidal Harmonics lick at shores painted on onyx auroras unlit in my soul culmination of angles entangled in opposite poles cajoling light from night in fights of neap rage Yet time fades in slack water as sun and moon split once more #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems When Answers double over from within while A summer wind Rescinds sin Nestled on a tongue curled Life ferns at the feet. The breeze calls the pain On surging upturned leaves Who howl for forgotten son Collisions of sun collectors Chloropast pushing Against unwanted disaster As birds chirp on. Singing, This too shall pass
Greg McVerryPeace seeps In deep cuts Of ruts and broken lust; As effort eclipses Perfection unchased in Impossible Notches of not knowing tomorrow's Future. So you cut away At Yesterday's game. #smallpoems #writingcommunity
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