Short Compartments Poems
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Pine Seed
Don't forget
it's clay
that learned how to
soak itself and wrap
in gelatine.
It opened
secret compartments
in it's glue
to do its
quiet, private
oozes.
She listened carefully
Without comment
Learning their secrets
Filing them in compartments
They were honored
Revealing things long hidden
Loosening up their hold
More open than they should have been.
a numinous mist
spied by the young ones
unseen by parents
forming in the dining room
above great-great-grandma Rutherford’s claw foot oak table
supernatural magic, kept in secret compartments by the young
1950’s walnut what-knot-shelf
small compartments with tiny doodads
crystal doohickeys and miniature thimbles
variety of teensy ceramic trinkets
displayed in woman’s living room
every mother I knew had one back in the day
1950’s go-to accessory for the modern woman
The treepie was confident and cocky, walking my fence
Tottering and tittering to himself, in a bravado-like manner
He was a handsome bird, his colors painted in compartments
Yellows, blacks, whites; he looked distinguished like a penguin
They both wear a tuxedo-like feather pattern
Four valved compartments
Quadruply lock you up from the devils
Push you nearer to God
With no bargains for confinements and short - cuts
No bargains for freedom but the rules
No bargains for dignity but the truths
No bargains for sentiments but only logics
Just for a normal blood circulation
And a positive way of life
Baggage within
trappings of illusions,
love packed away
in neat little compartments
gathering cobwebs at
makeshift improvisations,
dusting intermittently
if by chance a light
should shine,
never wholly untangling
the snare
mid a labyrinth of
transparent entrapment,
as violin strings continue
to unlatch the same old key
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
~Mickey Newberry
compartments
and partitions
in through daydreams
out through nightmares
prescriptions and non
null and into the void
of expansion
spirit and soul
confined then not
I talk to God
while the Devil
is eavesdropping
In 1745, the apothecary
Time stands still, peering at the past
The chemists lived making potions
Between dust and rats
Gadgets like compasses hung
Amidst glass vials and bronze knobs
Keys to hidden compartments
Silver ladles and candelabras
Joseph Black isolates CO2
An odd phenomena of “fixed air.”
The healers of the early ages
The fearful labelled witches
And, often then burned
Out in the open
on a very tall pole,
sunk into cement -
an expensive birdhouse,
designed for Purple Martins.
Mister Bluebird sits
atop the house,
guarding, watching,
while his lady works,
building her nest.
His presence causes
the Purple Martins
to pass on by, seeking
another place to build.
Twelve compartments,
eleven of them empty
except for wisps of straw
placed in each, warning -
this house is taken!
All her pill boxes
understood to be collectibles
neatly arranged on her coffee table
treasured baubles, bits of metal
Varying uniquely in size, in color
each in a replica of someone's dream
rare in their form,
nearly minted in quality
entrancing small fingers and innocent eyes
telling their stories with secret compartments
tendered with nimblest artisan hands
existing, cocooned, in the quiet of her living room, an urban museum...
free with purpose
by Michelle Morris
13/08/2021
the rain came down
cleared the road of debris
minds unmasked
secrets stripped clean
hidden compartments
labyrinths in time
chosen with emotion
no reason or rhyme
the sun came up
sparking raindrops and rainbows
minds filled with kaleidoscopes
of memories and paintings
free with purpose
focus and joy
loving the moments
spiritual heights employed
© Michelle Morris, 2021
A speeding train, an SUV,
A tragedy come true;
The warning arm came down but still
The car continued through.
The driver lost her life as did
Commuters on the train.
The reasons why it happened
Experts want to ascertain.
The passengers who passed away
All sat up in the front,
For when the crash occurred
The leading car absorbed the brunt.
Today the trains were back on track
And fully occupied
Except the first compartments, which
Had nobody inside.