Short Atrophied Poems

dusk dribbles dewdrops
flower petals atrophied...
evening primrose blooms 


(Haiku)


07/28/2020...

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lost every notion of life's cosmic rhythms
atrophied links with nature
blind deaf marionettes



AP: 3rd place 2021

Posted on March 27, 2018...

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She is a cartoon 
a sketch of her former self
she is a comic
no one sees her anymore
she is older now
opinions have atrophied
an invisible old crone, me....

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shrinking drop by drop

icicles atrophied...

engorging trickling streams


3/19/2021


Lets Get Creative With Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
17 syllables... 5/6/6...

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#1
Footstep dies away
My atrophied heart
listens the howl of tempest
#2
She broke out, choked, tearful
Her house caught fire
Caskets of memories set ablaze
#3
Vast expanse, solitary tree
She was wiggling
She lost her eggs in desolate moon...

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It’s not fair how the heart fails
to completely heal, no matter 
friendly medicines proffered, 
prostheses patiently plugged,
eventual atrophied acceptance;
memories fade away, like streams
joining a river, but not to wash away
they just become part of the ocean....

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SEPARATION 

The closeness we once had 
was a light shining in the dark. 
Storm clouds came 
and shielded the sun. 

The seeds atrophied 
and the sprouts withered. 
What was once a rainbow 
became a black and white
single brush stroke 
against a pale sky. 

CAK 9-2013...

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Snow drifts atrophied
on spring's arrival,
silently shrinking
into mud puddles
as they disappear.

Sunlight feels warm
on naked skin,
the air smells fresh
and songbirds sing.

Daffodils
and tulips
start sprouting.

And the
trees don

green.


(Diminished Hexaverse)


3/6/2021...

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O helpless-me; atrophied on the planks of rigidity

Creaks to the tune of my pain- in anguish suffers but

Less than when thou from bough patterned to plan

Now serves- silently in stillness, but not I, I cry

 

O fallow- me, morose, neither die nor live to give

Time tied, greed to grab rich, all on same boat...

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Listen to poem:

sadly
we’ve lost
every last notion 
of the rhythms of life

atrophied links with nature
reduced to lost blind and deaf puppets

they’ve gone and ruptured
cut our umbilical cord

dying to heal
here and
now 



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on September 11, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (8) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND...

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And so it begins
you start slowing down
muscles atrophied
your sight starts to blur
and dreams drift away

your hair turns grey
you wear false teeth
you're gaining weight
and cannot sleep

you’re grouchy
and can't hear,
all sure signs

that you're
growing

old


(Diminished Hexaverse)

Feb. 9, 2019
AND SO IT BEGINS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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The light spills out over the horizon
from the yolk of the broken sun
it slips warmly through our window
and falls like ocean waves
against the shorelines of her face
her waning dreams perform
an encore for the spectators
seated before her waking stage
as the arena becomes lit
the crowd disperses and empties
leaving her atrophied eyes
to begin their daily struggle
with all the things they cannot explain
to her beautiful mind...

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TAKE BACK MY PAST

The nascent palms clutched
the blank parchment You gave,
almost filled up now.
The hieroglyphic scroll of failed life
at the edge of night
crumbles to dust
in time’s wasteland.

The new day will dawn,
I pray…
take back my time wasted,
my atrophied past,
give another blank parchment.
I’ll rise from dust,
write the saga of vibrant life anew…
the scroll dedicated to You.

May 8, 2019...

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