Tag Archives: Micro-poetry

fish

Written for:  The Twiglets #135 – “breathe like fishes” Breathing like fishes is better than sleeping with fishes.   I could be in my own underwater world for as long as I wished, breathing oxygen from water if I were … Continue reading

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an empty page

Written for:  The Twiglets #134 – “an empty page” she sat in front of the empty page and sat, and sat Let’s establish what constitutes an empty page. Is the paper white and completely blank? Does it have ruled lines? … Continue reading

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rolling

Written for:  The Twiglets #133 – “rolling in it” They knew her when– old neighborhood friends. Tenements lined the block, every need for a lock on your door. People on her street were poor. Now, old friends and neighbors wonder how she … Continue reading

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eternity

Written for:  The Twiglets #130 – “an eternity waiting” I cannot spend an eternity waiting. Only immortals have that privilege.   Seems like an eternity since last we met lips clinging, legs entwined. All so fine, we lent no thought … Continue reading

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“tired old words”

Written for:  The Twiglets #129 – “tired old words” See what you made me do. No. I swear I’ll never hurt you again. You know how much I love you. old words fresh wounds overcome by exhaustion, too tire, too … Continue reading

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“picking peas”

Written for:  The Twiglets #128 – “picking peas” I pick peas over kale. Picking fresh peas out of the pod affords you a tastier experience, than frozen. Plus, it’s fun to squeeze the pod and watch peas pop out. Minding … Continue reading

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knocked down

Written for:  The Twiglets #127 – “knocked him down” He put himself on a pedestal– they knocked him down She did not know that the School of Hard Knocks was literal Tornado spinning– a smoke-gray funnel of destruction descends, knocking … Continue reading

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“shining like ice”

Written for:  The Twiglets #126 – “shining like ice” her eyes shone like ice blue diamonds   night bright as day people stroll in awe of the ice sculptures   a shooting star broke through the night sky like a … Continue reading

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snails

Written for:  The Twiglets #125 – “a snail’s slick” slick is notice that snail is on the move not that he’s a wise guy. your disgust is their lust for life. Lubrication protects them, allows travel. snails snack on sand … Continue reading

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“sucked bones clean”

Written for:  The Twiglets #124 – “sucked bones clean” naked ribs piled on a plate, shy their bones were sucked clean The new vacuum cleaner sucked up the dog’s bone. There is no reason to suck on clean bones. His … Continue reading

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