My long-time love gave me a special gift,
a photo of himself when he was young.
He even autographed it: “Love you! Dave.”
From then, upon my wall this treasure hung
where I could always gaze at it~~but then
his love, if it was love, began to die.
Who breaks up with someone he doesn’t hate
on Christmas Day? All I could do was cry.
I took the stark reminder of heartbreak
and laid it on a shelf in my spare room.
My wall now bears instead a lovely print
of red and yellow roses in full bloom.
From time to time, I think, when I am gone,
what will the kids do with my mass of things?
It’s then I start to throw some stuff away.
At times, a sense of loss, this cleansing brings.
I parted with some things in '23.
One gem I almost tossed, I’m glad to say,
I kept and put it to creative use.
It serves a unique purpose to this day.
My bedside table never sat quite right.
One leg is shorter than the other three.
Dave’s picture, folded twice, now fills that spot.
Successful reasoning gives me such glee!
minimalist words
from Saroyran
visuality
typed
typography
from Riddell
rings
a concrete
bell
Turnbull
the most
intuitive
as the reader
must
participate
the 'unsaid'
space
the
imaginative
bait
&cause
of a
poignant
thought pause
My 'Turnbull 'spaces example
PECKING ORDER
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
Every time you turn the television on these days there's breaking news
I can remember the days when a big news story was a fireman rescuing a cat from a tree was something we viewed
What has happened to our world to make it seem to be out of control
All this madness going on out there is surely taking its toll
Instead of talking things out these days, a person's first reaction seems to be rage
Our news media continues to spread bad news on all the world's stages
All is not all bad with our planet, however the feel-good stories are not all being told
We need to work together to allow innovative new ideas to unfold
If you checked your plumbing lately you would probably find the middle class going down the drain
The high cost of living is, and the struggle to survive is simply insane
The only breaking news I want to hear, that peace and harmony have returned to our lives
Things have to change for the better if we want our planet to survive
INNOVATIVE COMMENTARY
where purpose
alludes
self-glowing iterations
are accentuated
yet
restrained
by complicity
an uneasy assessment
on reflection
of facial
gymnastics
where expression
incarnates
in enviable
propensity
&mundane fantasy
is collapsed
by
tradition
appropriated
& subverted
in the
collective psyche
tangible
evidence
mutating
emotive
squashed
&
substituted
then
released
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
My love is innovative
Every day's a new impression.
When love is new
Our ecstasy is filled with fascination.
When love is natural
It's so heartfelt, soft and fond
Everybody's willing to renunciation.
When passion is newfangled
Don't let our love grow old
Because funny things happen
Then that’s when our zeal gets emotionless.
So let's me and you make an agreement
A promise to each other
For as long as we are conscious
Long as we love, let's continuously
Always keep our love innovative
An innovative inspiration
Search for new horizons
A mind blowing thought
Doing perversion in heart
Hope is still strong
I am on the way
And creating a dream
To reach near to you
I know you’re making a hidden watch
I know dream of your eyes
Silently making a talk
My heart know about your indication
And effort is keen to touch the destination
Construction of dream near a divine place
Awaking soul reach near the rise of golden day
Search for bright day and awaking luck
No drought punishment will one day change in to freedom
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