Short Attenuate Poems

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ATTENUATE

ATTENUATE

     A wee dram of malt whisky is savoured neat ~ attenuated with ice cubes for those petite.

     8 / 11 / 2026.


Attenuate

the mist attenuates mountains until distance inherits the burden of lost memory



A One-liner
Contest Judged:  8/28/2026 12:49:00 AM
Sponsored by: Suzette Richards 
(1st Place)

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Written: August 27, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Suzette Richards Verified by HMS.COM / 23 syllables ****************** I ramble as lattice where the summer sings; remembrance attenuates, then blooms in wonder.
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strumming Kurt Cobain rock his sciatica attenuates   taut guitar strings snap in revolt
meanwhile 
vanilla pods attenuate her cocoa dreams, scintillating pink paradisical whiffs 
both watched
bright orange flicker flames attenuate across calm lake      two kundalini gently twisting

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False humility* attenuates stewardship gain lurking yon selfishness-propelled profit.

*James 4:10 Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up.

August 23, 2026
8th place, "A One-liner" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by	Suzette Richards; judged on 8/28/2026


Enervated

Something’s under my skin
Afflicting my every breath 
I might lose this conflict
Maybe if I 
Open a window of new breezes
Rattling in my attenuate conscious 
So now I am 
Feverously irascible
At the only creator of myself
The path was lined with nails and pieces of glass
And I collect them along the way 
And spit them far from my heart
Because I’m run out of origin
I am standing in a puddle 
Nearly empty

Grey Optimism

In my dreams, nothing has ever been so clear.
In my dreams.

Not passion, but
exhaustion, 
heavy sky pressing my mind
hoping for higher, higher
clinging sideways and down the ceiling. 
Days touching nothing.

IF I’ve listened to you.
Seeing the world is not capturing the world.
I am a fragile thing.

The priest mouth full of words
Does not attenuate thirsty for silence dying.

But, strangely alive
The birds will come,
Praying keep me awake
Fire, ash, wind. I wait

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