Category Archives: Poetry

Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #8

Originally posted on THOTPURGE:
The last time I tried my version of Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” I called it “ Thirteen Ways of Looking in the Mirror” . Think I need to change my perspective!…

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Kintsugi – the Japanese art of mending with beauty – reblog

Originally posted on fantasticmetastaticme:
I have been considering kintsugi, and how we heal ourselves, we who are no longer whole, and if we can be beautiful and flawed and flawed and beautiful. I have considered my scars, not golden, not…

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The Long and the Short of It

Life’s too short Tooth’s too long Horses snort Answer’s wrong. Eyes too bright Pool’s too deep Bra’s too tight He’s too cheap. Sky’s too high Feet too smelly Words can lie Too tight belly Stream beds trickle chewing gum sticks … Continue reading

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IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

I enjoy the  cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee.  That I’m one … Continue reading

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Dialogue: Poet to Poet

“I guess I have been holding back some of my resentment. I’m in a  nice normal poetry group on the outside and they love to laugh at my funny lines. This isn’t a therapy group–far from it. It’s a nice … Continue reading

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How Is It That Words Can Comfort?

Most times words miss their mark. They rain down in torrents, oblivious to us and us to them,   not even in our existential language.  We feel bruised  by them, misused,  overcome as though embattled.  How, then,is it even possible … Continue reading

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Shouldn’t, Wouldn’t, Couldn’t

She couldn’t let him know her heart had turned to stone, that she was through. She wouldn’t want him  to feel he wasn’t worth living for. She shouldn’t feel like she did. So she didn’t.    

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