Note: Sahm has given us Monday Poetry Prompt #19: Micropoetry!: “We’re going to do this in the form of a poem… Micropoetry! Brevity is the key here. Can you tell a story, through poetry, in as few words as possible, concerning the following … Continue reading
Summer winds tickle leaves Of trees growing beside, A dead tree doesn’t laugh Whose limbs are petrified. Sullen and without sway, Barely a shade to provide, Yet it looms high above Beyond personas belied. Arms outstretched, reaching Like memoirs verified. … Continue reading
My memory – let summer sear So I may cherish winter’s core, Bosoms warmed from within sincere. My memory – let summer sear, This sweltering heat burns austere, Stifling catalysts evermore. My memory – let summer sear So I may … Continue reading
Perhaps there’s no snow, No manger scene, nor ‘ho, ho, ho’, Yet noses are red and spirits are high Charged by the sun in this hot July. No, not nipped by Jack Frost Although to read Robert Frost ‘Neath the … Continue reading
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Waves dance close against The edges of structures To the rhythm of chirping Cicadas, bending light, Sending patience packing, Leaving drops to streak Down steamed bodies In three-digit heat. Incognito eyes watching As the sun grins knowing She’s the most … Continue reading
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