.
suddenly
it became quiet
save
to me
i heard
breathe
the flow uv
blood
it's race dashed
mine
visage
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
A scrap of sleep, a lopsided sky
A slip of verse that wandered by
The universe of a minute, an hour's lag
A poem scribbled on the back of a paper bag
Fragmented lyrics of lost words
Coaxed into song by hummingbirds
Where sapphire moons rise at noon
And ivory dawn reddens too soon
But for lonely love of poetry
Cast aside by conformity
Cloistered, salted tears consumed the sea
Drenched in magnanimous misery
Masking shy scars to look the same
Calling pain by prettier names
Peeled pages from the diary
Of the once and future me.
8/29/20
For 'All the Little Pieces' contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
shifty, beady eyes
no surprise
above light-blue mask
J-ust keep our eyes peeled,
E-very night and every day;
N-either eye will ever blink
I-n fighting the evil gray.
L-et's keep our eyes peeled
I-n guarding our true faith;
S-ense the devil's deceit,
A-s we pray, beseech and wait.
S-o keep our eyes peeled,
O-pen them to be aware;
R-ealize the danger roaming
E-ven during our slumber.
N-ever be asleep and unprepared
I-n dealing with the enemy;
O-pen our mind to the truth to know the message in reality.
S-o keep our eyes peeled,
A-nd always be alert;
N-ever be caught off guard
T-o live in peace on earth.
O-ctober twelfth early morn, be ready in the battlefield;
S-tay awake and watchful, just keep our eyes peeled.
moonlight trickle
through the
hands of night
as she peeled
back the
Shepard sky
soured moments left behind
peeling back the lemons rind
exhausted eyes search to find
an unaffected peace of mind
My eyes were peeled back with fright
From below the awfully terrible sight
Now a bite from a nit
Hurt a tinny bit
How many tinny bits will it hurt from croc a bite?
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