Stealing time
my
brief, momentary dreaming
sandwiched between dawns
a loud herald once more
shattering day
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Tag: micropoetry
My eyes water, in
morning-after-the-war
sunshine, trading
swords for tea, and
missiles, for
well-worn books
I wish I had slept longer
and the dogs next door
I wish peace
to the family
walking along the sidewalk
arguing
and the moon
just a sliver
Sun on the porch!
I never complained of rain.
Bees flyby my red chair.
irrational eggs for breakfast
speeding trains for lunch
through a head that insists
on flitting dangerously in the briers
with
a gracious sparrow, calling
now, now, now
Anger in the air
We talked of happier days
Leaves started falling.
sudden gifted breeze
the heat had melted my shoes
fluttering silk speaks peace
I am tired
write me a poem, he said
one not full of scars
I am tired of hearing
how you feel
everyone feels
he said
you are not special
except when you make that cake
the one
with orange and dark chocolate
and your tears
falling
falling
my eyes are brown
yours are blue
that’s good too
this poem needs work
it’s true
I planted seeds
that never grew
I woke up blue
I spilled my coffee
