Rptl
the lizard hears the muffled sound of the locusts coming,
his drool drips from his mouth and wets the floor,
everything is germ or germination.
the strong and indifferent sun burns the yellow spikes.
how many times do i need to say it will hurt?
that this path has so many and such holes?
if I suffered all this.
if I fell
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Categories:
germination, lost love, pain,
Form: Free verse
Who Am I
"WHO AM I"
THE TRUE SELF
DAY AND NIGHT,DAWN AND DARK,
DEEP IN MY MIND THERE IS ALWAYS A SPARK.
WHO AM I ,I NEED TO KNOW,
WHO AM I ,I NEED TO ASK.
FOR YEARS
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Categories:
germination, character, self,
Form: Rhyme
Germination
Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom
of spring to summer fall to winter
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at once both self-reliant and reliant
my soul to embryo seed to seedling
the mettle it takes for the genesis;
for my poppy pod to wake and break
a tiny speck of
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Categories:
germination, birth, faith, flower, garden,
Form: Free verse
Germination
When hurt descends from the tree of life and
The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain
A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy
Entangles in trapezes and dreams of surrender
Pick me up where I have buried my wounded soul
Uncover my darkness and cradle my weeping heart
Mind gaps’s emotions and feelings of rational thought
Transcend into vibrating light of balance
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Categories:
germination, life,
Form: Free verse
Germination
A Cyclops was chatting briefly to a triceratops on the A9. Travelling to a cooked conference. The deepening road arched in anticipation of wheels. Wow. The heightened awareness of ninety million snails parachuting from above can no longer be ignored by the pin people. Oh dear. The significantly growing masses can no longer be exposed
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Categories:
germination, bible, cinco de mayo,
Form: I do not know?
Germination
You write a poem
write another
and several more
then you pen a poem
that has you talking to yourself
rising up and out of your chair
staring at the words
thinking art, checking craft
you start walking
pacing
back and forth
the hand on your hip
posturing a bit of attitude
(be)cause you just might be right about the poem
your other hand’s orchestrating molecules of
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Categories:
germination, on writing and words,
Form: Verse