It Is Written
It is said,
“It is written”
The oral tradition
Of received wisdom
In a fortune cookie
Platitude while we
Forget to read
The written truth
It Is Written
It is said,
“It is written”
The oral tradition
Of received wisdom
In a fortune cookie
Platitude while we
Forget to read
The written truth
Outside
when did Outside
become an
undiscovered country?
whose unfenced boundaries
spark greater imagination
than the couch’s confines
Posted in Ars Poetica, Creativity
Tagged creativity, experimental, fiction, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
I like to write micropoetry on twitter, limiting myself to 140 characters (128 if you include the hashtag).
I collect my micro musings in a document with the aim of publishing a book of poetry (I’ve seen a review of a book of 140 twitter fictions so why not a book of micropoetry?)
But I shall share the more recent ones with you here.
Enjoy.
Which one(s) did you like best? Why?
First Date
an open packet of plain chips
(you prefer Salt and Vinegar)
we scrabble for the scraps
and lick the grease
from our fingers
Irony
In an act of irony
I draw trees on paper
And stick them
On my wall
An ecological conundrum
Where I can’t see
The forest for the trees
Unravelling and Resonating
The unravelling of each other
Pulling at threads of fault
Leaves only a mirror
To reflect and resonate
Our own insecurities
Trivial Dust
Death makes trivial objects
of us all; dust becoming dust
As I wipe my finger
Along the photo frame
My reflection echoes yours
Conscience
Hamlet declared
Conscience does make
cowards of us all
For we ultimately fear
What holds us back
When it should
Push us forward
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Tagged creativity, experimental, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
Sense of Wonder
should I ever lose
my sense of wonder
at the occurrence
of the everyday:
a pencil, socks, books, hugs
the child in me
is lost
The Only Proof
the only proof
I ever existed
was meeting
a stranger’s eyes
acknowledgment of
another presence
for the length
of a heartbeat
The Act of Creation
When I create
I destroy
The pencil dulls
The paper soiled
What I have destroyed
Is a crucible
For the phoenix
To live again
Posted in Ars Poetica, Creativity
Tagged creativity, experimental, just because of thoughtfulness, life in general, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing