How long
I’ve lived already
barely
realizing the quiet quite obvious:
inspiration
means breathing in
while conscious.
I aspire now
to more than
mere presence.
Category Archives: Micropoetry
Clarity
On awakening
all answers
clarify
loose grip
those things you hold so fast
for they are things
just like you
wanting to
be
dizzy free.
Learning
Open minds–
How do they look
when presented in neat rows?
Learning glows
inside skulls.
So far I know:
Bones are fragile
Life’s value low.
Moving
At first she embraces
melancholy
but as she packs
treasures away
Walls become just
walls and Place
shifts definition.
Complement
I leave small things behind
when places quietly intone
beckon from lonely shadow
some tangible confirmation
I noticed them waiting there.
Canvas
My desk is very crowded
ideas images words reside
a hair’s breadth away
from the fire.
Opportunity
The Man Who Was Interested in Everything
mistakenly believed he only need stand
declaring he held a true map to The Better Way
Ah, but They killed him off, didn’t they?
While we gathered round to numbly watch
our voices dumb with Nothing to Say.
Death
We live
We die
We leave behind
Remnants of what mattered to us most
for those who follow to interpret
or despise
or aspire to better
More
World needs more quiet.
More lightness.
More harmony.
More warmth.
More peace.
More friends.
Less snarl.
More ssshhhh.
Privilege
Walking upon frozen lake today
An eagle emerges
then glides away
A privileged life is one of
grace in an everyday.
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