Short Clattered Poems

Freight train clattered by

over a tree lined viaduct  ~

golden oriole sings ....

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I thought I’d watched all Night
but the big Moon and thousand small Stars
must’ve quietly clattered to the low Eastern Sky. 
To combine to rise as Sun.  My eye’s must’ve slept a wink....

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At your sight I was,
I listened,
I watched,
In silence,
But,
You didn’t notice my presence,
Invisible to you I was,
Thus, 
I transformed,
I talked,
You saw me,
 I clattered,
And so,
I 
became,
             woman....

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The scattered dreams without a goal

The shattered seams within my soul

I ever vow to spark in hell

Forever now in darkness dwell

What mattered most I turned away

A clattered ghost I spurned what may

Ever versed to endear the night

Forever cursed to fear the light...

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In one moment, the night shattered
27 years of dreams.
In that moment, my love mattered
as little as my screams.
The moment your blood spattered
across the torn seams
of my heart, empty and tattered;
was the moment, my schemes 
and grand illusions were scattered
as eclipsed moonbeams.
In that dark moment, as the gun clattered
to the floor....

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I began the day we first met. Pebbles clattered. 
I picked and hacked, my mud-spattered mattox.

The first layer of earth was smooth, cool, compact;
hard to break. Once breached,
easy to up-heave.

The second layer, malleable;
my pick penetrated in even sweeps.

The third, a clay core; 
years spent mining,
I reached the heart,
bipolar as a planet....

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Listen to poem:

When life's journey folds in on itself,
Becomes a jumble, in clattered confusion,
it's wise to hold back,
and stall the footfall.
To disassemble the journey and saga,
into it's component parts,
and lines in play.
To revert to time's tick tock routine,
taking one step, one mere step,
before every second one,
reflecting on each moment,
dissected, 
and stepped, 
upon....

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Shattered and Battered

New York streets once had clattered;
Now many lives have been shattered;
So mush pain;
Down does rain;
Brains and bodies have been battered.

Jim Horn

Ronald and Donald

First came along Regan first name Ronald;
Followed by dumb, dimwit named Donald;
Cause always lost,
No matter what cost,
Which is why we all have always bawled.

Over 10 again....

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She sang me to sleep
with a voice like flint—
sparks tucked beneath lullabies.

Spoons clattered in the sink
like cymbals in a warning.

She kissed my grazed knee,
then asked
why I always fall.

Love was measured
in thirds:
a gaze, a sigh, a withheld "well done."

At dawn,
she watered dead plants,
just in case.

I mistook
her absence for freedom.
Now I trace
her shadow across my choices....

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