Towards Home
He rounds the bases
Four stepping stones
Four points of the compass
Four corners of the world
Four seasons in one day
Four aces (and a joker)
And the final step
Towards home
Towards Home
He rounds the bases
Four stepping stones
Four points of the compass
Four corners of the world
Four seasons in one day
Four aces (and a joker)
And the final step
Towards home
Posted in Ars Poetica, Post It Note Poetry
Tagged creativity, experimental, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, post it note, post it note poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
Germination
In a tie-dyed dress
The colour of sunflowers
She spins anti-clockwise
and blooms.
Dizzy, she drops.
The bloom folds
In hope of reversing
the day.
a single white orchid
in a glass vase
on a glass coffee table
I press my thumb
onto the glass
to humanise austerity
I want to pull
at this loose thread
but…
I dare not pull it
lest I unravel completely
and reveal the emperor’s
new clothes
When I share the table
With you and we eat
Together in communion
We cast off our fears
And we find strength
In common union
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Tagged communion, creativity, fiction, flash fiction, just because of thoughtfulness, life in general, micro-fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry
If we are but common players
To strut and fret our worldly hours
Let’s dance, laugh, eat, cry, speak
To make our hours uncommon
I’ve been reading Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” today, and I’ve borrowed from “Macbeth” and it shows in today’s poetry*
*best to acknowledge one’s sources
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Tagged creativity, just because of thoughtfulness, life in general, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
I would like to send you a memory
But I can’t get it quite right
I want this to be perfect
So you’ll never forget
…Never mind
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Tagged creativity, fiction, memory, micro-fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
Hidden wounds
Seek healing in silence
For anointed oil
Precious balm
Wholeness is found in the voice
Who speaks and asks
We fear to dream lest
Our dreams reveal our
Fears
Until declaration
Makes our dreams sacred
And our
Love casts out our fears
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Tagged creativity, micro-fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, reflection, slice of life, writers, writing