Short Fluid Poems
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Consciousness pulsating through a webbed highway
Rhythmically expanding , embracing infinity
Returning home like the silken petals of the morning glory.
I am a wild card in Uno.
I am one color, and then all at once I can go multiple ways.
Circumstances change how I present, but I remain the
same
black
card.
You expect progress,
and you,
understanding,
and I just pray,
that I'm never caught planning,
any life... into an early grave.
Let's not decay,
Let's not decay.
Are you
Someone that loves,
Accepting my passion,
Allowing it to flow from me
Like wine into a Waterford wine glass?
Will yours flow, too, into that glass,
Sharing with me, the time,
The place, the love?
Are you?
Sometimes, in life, you are the windshield
And, sometimes, you are the bug
But, tears make for a wonderful windshield washing fluid
To cleanse the surface
And allow us to continue our journey forward
From distractions to illusions
Purity to vanity
Curiosity to jealousy
Apathy to bitterness
Anger to loathing
Beauty to ugliness
Lines that can’t be re-crossed
Transformations requiring exorcism
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I bought some windshield-wiper fluid
And some Ex-Lax for my bowels
I had no toilet paper
But I did have paper towels
I wiped the windshield-wiper fluid
On my windshield made of glass
And I wiped the paper towels
On my stinky little ....
I am like paint -
fluid.
I am blendable.
I can be thick and strong and
with the stroke of a brush
be thin and gentle.
I gently color the paper
where I stand and leave
a mark on the pages
where I've been.
I am colorful, maleable,
not easy to be erased.
I love like the texture of paint.
A life is a story told in the arc of time.
Time is fluid, white as light,
And glittering with flecks of brilliance,
Liquid moments leaking away over the years.
Sometimes I feel as if I am inside a mirror
Watching my life leaking away.
The world outside seems insubstantial,
As if the present is a dream,
And only my memories are solid,
And alive, and now,
The only clear instants in the fluid of time
the hummingbirds came
to drink the honeyed fluid
drinking it deeply
now my heart weeps at their death
honey is deadly for birds
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May 29, 2021
Poetry/Tanka/Sweet Honeyed Fluid
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-822-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for Standard contest, Tanka Contest
sponsor, M.L. Kiser, Judged 06/03/2021
Third Place
Existence precedes essence,
or so I've been told.
And living in the Aesthetic
one can choose to question, or not choose at all
and float effervescently oblivious into the cosmos.
One longs for moral prospects of Karmic law,
but absurdism reigns Almighty
and at the base finds something raw; esoteric.
Yet, at the core of every human lies the query of life.
There are no answers;
the urge to question is enough.
Us humans
The dumbest and most genial creatures on Earth
Having eaten from the forbidden tree of knowledge
I could quite easily write a work of genius
Or likewise perform the dumbest act of all
Yes - I could sit here and imagine that
I could do both in fact
Already enacted one super successfully
The other there is still to do
But lifes a *****
I am not saying which
The knowledge hangs there in mid air
Like nasal fluid urgently needing to reverse so...
( sniff)
Fluid like falls of rolling water,
Fluid like a disease, a chemical reaction unleashed in any manner of time and space, discreetly repeating , unfolding and deleting, reemerging reaching the ceiling like smoke in thinner attire.
Fluid like fish eggs taking course with a steady stream.
Fluid like radio waves bouncing off beams around satellites and mortar a amphitheater without curves.
Fluid with the aerodynamic of no limits free-falling in the subtle touch of gravity.