Short Brume Poems

Venus flytrap lure
daddy long legs skinny web
vulcan steam curtain...

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sun’s lucent red orb
                                      creamy brume embellishes 
                                        beams shimmer in sea...

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Light streams manipulate vaporous violin strings
meandering about open casements;
flantando melodies float, dream bridged sighs.
At table, coffee steam rises, knitting the brume,
hooding her sorrow pricked eyes.

Copyright, November 15, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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My dreams - they swirl in lucent strands, 
  in colors born of whimsied thoughts.
       In wisps, an orange memory
wafts carelessly from childhood’s brume,  
 toward purple echoes plumed this day.
    In lucent strands, a story weaves.

                 04 Jun 2016
                    Visual #1
     THE BEST OF 6 - Poetry Contest...

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In London fog, the river stills.
In silver sleep, it cools and fills
with cobalt mist as dawn unfolds;
above the Thames, the sun bleeds gold.
Into the haze, it pours and pools
like melting opal, liquid jewels
until the brume of morning fades
to prune the sky with unseen blades
that slice the flaming clouds in two
to frame a glimpse of Waterloo.


*Inspired by Monet's painting, "Waterloo Bridge: Sun in a Fog"...

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Total Devastation

Of smoke saw big plumb;
Certainly did ceil our doom;
Then swept tomb with brume.

Will equivocate;
Hesitate and celebrate;
Did elaborate.

Prefer to pilfer,
While each flower will wilter
Had to kill him and her..

We deserved lower
Rate and we can hardly wait
For it to be done.

Merrick Garland's ghost
From coast to coast perfect host
Who was loved the most.

Get a grip on self
Of information was a wealth
You will be faced with.

Jim Horn...

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