Short Edges Poems
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When
my soul fragments
pieces falling
everywhere,
To the sea
I go to be
and glue
my edges
back to me.
marvel a suncloud edges trim
white pristine shore beauty
reflected rippling sea waves
timeless
Copyright McCuen 2008
Art in loneliness
Shiny water of sea-green
Your smile shines bright in the rain
A wandering soul
Write treasures in your dungeon
The edges of doubt are sharp
Blurred edges
Edges seem blurred..
A short story
Seeming to direct
Attention to the
Appearance of
Edges which
Divide no more
Never did divide...
stretched out wings of
the condor fly
elevated above
the thermal winds high
shadowed wings
touched the fields of earth
smooth out the edges of
the blue canyon sky
Stay round, no arrows
Rocks with rough edges don't roll
Life is a journey.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
a darkness simmers
shading the edges of truth
…..abiding in lies
©3/7/2022
Is Truth The First Casualty of War and Why is That
sponsor - Sotto Poet
When the time was ripe,
their two souls merged
at the confluence of time,
on the edge of
two coasts.
A jump of courage,
into the shelter of each other,
rang the dormant bell of bliss,
and they went.
at the cold North Pole...
aurora of polar bears
standing right-side up
waddle of penguins
living in Antarctica...
standing upside down
at the Equator
a hissing slither of snakes
sideways, on the edge
As we dance cheek to cheek
You make me smile chin to chin
My fingers tracing the smooth edges of your rounded face
spewing ecstasy enveloped without trace
As we dance cheek to cheek
You make me smile chin to chin
Edges appear
As what is happening..
Seeming as differences
Dividing no-thing..
Sharp and soft
As beauty displays..
And deceiving when
Edges assert
And seem to take leave
From what is happening...
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
i stand
on time's dunes
tracing the edges
of dreams
your whispers
softly falling
on a breeze
as the ocean
seduces
her sands
through a climax
of moans
glistening
beneath the moon
my shadow
full on thoughts
of you
Breathing tedious life into a heedless cadaver,
Peering over barbed wire to see the edge of never,
Building on the ashes of love that branded the heart painfully slow,
Deteriorating hopes plunge deep to the abysmal stillness only received once below.
Heart beats
To this heat
I wish I could
Slow it down
Racing
And bumping
Into the rhythms
Of the souls
Sounds
Yearning to
Break free
From confining
Skin easily
Broken with
Knives
Let it out
Let it out
The music
Pushing against
Me
To come out
Form:
.
Rock walls jagged edges
Beauty protection question
Where do all roads lead
Imagine Lennon
Performing on Mosaic
Central park design
Poet's deep deep thoughts
Dreamer living for moment
Moments_yesterday
Contest:"Your Thoughts" contest
Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico
Written by:Sara Kendrick
white as a wedding cake and bride’s satin dress
feathers as whimsical and frothy as white lace
delicate and delightful, the dove flew into the room
bringing a sense of peace and joy, hope hanging on her edges
the hawks were disturbed; they wanted war and turmoil
they cringed a bit, feeling that God was in the house
Every Curve,
Solid, Straight.
Down steep alleys,
Never too Late.
Time, Shrinking,
May lose its sense.
Foolish some say,
Feelings, immense.
Genuine the tracks
Twists and Peaks,
Both sides of every fence, UNIQUE.
Predict things before
Fall into Shape.
Sweet somethings
And whispers,
Are all the answers you Seek.
Drawing and life are similar
The edges in a drawing are blended away
The tight edges in life soften with time
We love more, and see our fraility more
With blessed time, time we are given
Time to know our edges are soft
Time to know we need a loving redeemer
Time for faith to grow deep
Thanksgiving grows with a deep faith.
Jagged edges torn paper
Unfortunate child’s caper,
Finger cut hurts so badly
Document ruined sadly.
[four lines composed of two 7-syllable
matched couplets. Syllables verified by HMS]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written March 20, 2022
for "J Form - Jueju" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
Stars tumble from shattered edges
Charter in the sounds of daybreak
The other side of the planet
Leave this river after a few drinks
A man's teary eyes
Aiming for the bright lights of the metropolis
It can be seen in the distance
The crane let out a screech
Repairing the ripped sky
Written: March 21, 2023
She decides,
it is set;
her eyes
ask
and answer.
Shoulders
stretch
back,
one higher
than the other,
breasts
push
out,
pelvis in-to
a shallow c-shape,
rhythmic movements
like breathing,
more gliding
than walking;
a slight touch,
then
a slow turn
to the right,
slender fingers
moving
the air of
her body
deep
inside
his space -
her seduction dance.
I still think of that day,
rain pitter-pattered gently around us,
clouds were the color of gravel.
Your smile broke through shadows,
and our laughter mingled like gold.
Paint splattered against a canvas-
that's what we were.
Unpredictability. Chaos. Adoration.
Does any of it make sense?
Does it not make you want to crawl out of your skin and sink into the what if?
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
The sun is out,
The day is about to unfold,
Yet somewhere deep in my bones,
I am freezing.
My eyes drift to my wrist
Only to find I’ve run out of time.
The edges of the world go soft,
My vision blurs,
And the ground rushes up to meet me.
They say the fall is part of the journey.
They say the echoes are just lessons to embrace.
But as I lie here in the dirt,
I want to know
How?