Short Atrophied Poems
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lost every notion of life's cosmic rhythms
atrophied links with nature
blind deaf marionettes
AP: 3rd place 2021
dusk dribbles dewdrops
flower petals atrophied...
evening primrose blooms
(Haiku)
07/28/2020
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.
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
#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
leaves tumbling from trees
wild geese honking overhead~
bright orange pumpkins
frost-etched window panes
crimson canopies aflame~
scarecrows atrophied
carved jack-o-lanterns
bare naked trees stripped of leaves~
the songbirds are mute
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
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.
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
Snow drifts atrophied
on Spring's arrival:
silently shrinking
to slushy puddles,
that soon disappear.
Sunlight feels warm
on naked skin.
The air smells fresh:
and songbirds sing.
Daffodils,
Crocus, and
Snowdrops sprout.
And grass
gets inked
green.
And so it begins:
you start slowing down
muscles atrophied
your sight starts to blur
and dreams drift away.
Your hair is grey:
you wear false teeth,
you're gaining weight
and cannot sleep.
You're grouchy
and can't hear.
All telltale
signs you're
growing
old.
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
Proud poets parade playful wordy wit,
Their careful craft becomes just diddly s..t.
No matter how hard we may try
Can’t outdo IQ of AI.
Shall we hoist the white flag and run with it?!
Digital era deemed undignified,
As bright grey matter becomes atrophied.
Before the mindset goes awry,
We shall eschew diddly AI -
Its fatuous facade is dead inside!
ebony edges
twilight blackens sketched shadows~
scarlet-stained sunset
dusk dribbles dewdrops
flower petals atrophied~
evening primrose, bloom
pinwheel galaxies
swirling stars orbit black holes~
bats shadow the night
dawn pierces night's heart
scarlet wounds bleed crimson light~
a hummingbird's hum
day resurrected
scurrying shadows scatter~
colors coalesce
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