Tag Archives: Micro-poetry

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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“nothing so simple”

Written for:  The Twiglets #123 – “nothing so simple” nothing is so simple that you cannot do it wrong. classmates teased her for being a simpleton cruelty of children Simplicity is the secret of life. Duplicity can get you life. … Continue reading

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Three Flowers

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – April Poems – Day 20 Weekend Mini-Challenge:  Three Spring Shorts  (posted by Magaly) “Write three micro-poems ( three lines or fewer) inspired by flowers” Peonies (pexels) each open petal blushes pink intimacy … Continue reading

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the air sleeps

Written for:  The Twiglets #122 – “the air sleeps” The air sleeps, but does it dream? She sleepwalks on many a cold night, and does not feel the frigid air. On a still summer evening in a tranquil setting you … Continue reading

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voices crossing water

Written for:  The Twiglets #121 – “voices crossing water” thought I heard voices across the lake at midnight call of the loons At twilight, romantic couples board gondolas, and through parted curtains on either side of the canal voices of … Continue reading

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mama said

Written for:  The Twiglets #118 – “mama said” recalcitrant child grounded every weekend ignores what mama says A mama sheep speaks and lambs form a line Said mama, ‘do not dare to go out with him,’ to daughter who rebelled … Continue reading

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cold iron

Written for:  The Twiglets #116 – “like cold iron” She lay down next to him; his arm felt like cold iron. Sky was a sheet of cold iron winter before the storms began. Winter, for a child, is frosty fun. … Continue reading

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