The Public Eye
The spotlight is an all-seeing eye
Unlidded, unrelenting, unforgiving
Pointing out your faults
For public discussion
The spotlight is me
The Public Eye
The spotlight is an all-seeing eye
Unlidded, unrelenting, unforgiving
Pointing out your faults
For public discussion
The spotlight is me
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.
Thus, on February 1, Post It Note Poetry commences.
The premise is simple: for the 28 days of February, write a poem on a post it note, take a photo of it and post it on twitter with the hash tag #postitnotepoetry. If you want, post it to your blog, too.
This year I am combining Post It Note Poetry with micropoetry (a maximum of 128 characters, excluding the hash tag). You can see my recent micropoetry posts here on the blog under the Ars Poetica category.
I will post here and update the Post It Note Poetry 2014 page daily. You can see last year’s Post It Note Poetry here.
In Roiling Waves
In the shallows
my roiling feet
send sediment clouds
of volcanic eruptions.
Are my feet of clay
dissolving
into
the
dust?
Posted in Ars Poetica, Post It Note Poetry
Tagged creativity, micropoetry, poetry, post it note, post it note poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
a single white orchid
in a glass vase
on a glass coffee table
I press my thumb
onto the glass
to humanise austerity
We took a selfie
(Long before
the coined phrase)
With film and hope
My head is cut off
And you’re
Out of focus
Beginning of
Our definition
Posted in Ars Poetica
Tagged creativity, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
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
I pick up
what you
deliberately dropped;
the broken
object discarded.
Yet its
brokenness remains
in you.
Is this
your healing?
Posted in Ars Poetica
Tagged brokenness, creativity, fiction, healing, life in general, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing