Short Indistinct Poems
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Elusive prophet
while the bearer of good news
sings with the Angels
then flirts with society...
indistinct the conductor.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Toe the line, why?
Who decides I should toe the line
Sometimes the line becomes indistinct
And fades into oblivion
So it is impossible to see where the line is
Ideas with nowhere to hide
A eureka moment inside
Indistinct ,then becoming clear
Words& pictures coming near-
A passage of light to my soul,
Inspiration to make me whole.
First time I want to say you something
First time I want to meet with you
This is lovely, enchanting
An indistinct feeling
Until I reach you
I want to say
For ever
I love
You.
Napping on small boat,
adrift in the bay currents,
crimson moon rose enticing.
Red rays in the dark.
A shadow jumped like a fish.
Too indistinct in the darkness.
Did I hear a laugh in the moonlight?
Happenstance
eyecatching
and astute
a
unity of indistinct
diversity
Observed
phenomena..
the emperic
illumed
true
but inexact
glimpsed
from afar
voices murmur
indistinct
eclipsed
in stillness
all desire
to compete
or
emulate
begone
such ambition
modesty remain
stay close
COUNTENANCE
attention
to detail
with
the
passion
of
subtle
expression
the
stark
instinct
blurring
reality
in
the
indistinct
recognition
so
restrictive
demonstates
an identical
purpose
to
overwhelm
in
relief
Night subdues color
till Dawn's light pierces
its indistinct heart
and it bleeds scarlet
onto crimson smeared
alabaster clouds.
(Tableau)
3/18/2021
Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
INSIGHT
Ideas with nowhere to hide
buried deep within long
forgotten dreams
indistinct ,then becoming clear
words & pictures coming near-
like petals on a stream;
A fragrance that lingers within
a passage of light to my soul,
inspiration to make me whole.
I am no one and nothing of importance
lest you look a little deeper into my eyes and read my soul.
I am indistinct and unremarkable, naked and revealed
transparent for the world to see the emptiness of nothing.
And yet, I am everyone - visible with only myself to show.
indigo moonbeam
Mere mortal deeply asleep
Shadow surge on wall
Indistinct movement
Particle of existence
Memories recalled.
Melancholia
Sleeping face ignites sadness
Desolate heartache.
Shimmering shadow
Lover's shade imparts soft kiss
Indigo moment.
You don’t have
to write them all
but thoughts
deserve a chance
To live beyond
this time and place
in words reborn
to dance
You don’t have
to set them free
but guilt
will curse your ink
For thoughts unread
trapped in your head
to wander
— indistinct
(The New Room: July, 2025)
On the path when the broken twigs burn,
the sun rules the world,
barriers collapse,
chains dissolve.
Looking at them,
so small, so indistinct,
in the struggle, in gloom.
Floods upon me, the brightness,
freedom is near.
The game of life is far away.
Nobody knows me,
a faint line of sand,
along the river flow.
Vi's faded jeans
folded for another occasion.
Their distinction -
a silver arrow on main pocket
Friends would ask of
its significance,
but Vi became vague
and slowly indistinct
It was large, so prominent...
A silver arrow pointing down
with determination
to the reddish Texas earth
4/21/2015
My marmalade eyes
are viscous
lids sticky
gummed up
glazed over
the world is
sometimes imperceptible
sometimes impenetrable
nebulous
opaque in appearance
incomprehensible
indeterminate
indiscernible
enigmatic world
why is your
complexion so
indistinct
today?
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Indistinct things
In night’s malaise
Mar morning haze.
We slowly die
Across far sky
On scalloped wings.
September hones
Away the nights—
Blur city lights—
Bleach pale claw marks
Above brown parks
Fading to bones.
Summer now flees—
Blanch indigo
Of afterglow—
Patina wind—
Yesterday’s sin
Of twisting leaves.
Indistinct things
In night’s malaise
Mar morning haze.
We slowly die
Across far sky
On scalloped wings.
September hones
Away the nights—
Blur city lights—
Bleach pale claw marks
Above brown parks
Fading to bones.
Summer now flees—
Blanch indigo
Of afterglow—
Patina wind—
Yesterday’s sin
Of twisting leaves.
Form:
asleep in a bloom
on the lake of pearl moonbeams
water lily dreams
green frog in black night
drifting in rock-a-bye dark
where stars make their mark
moonlight tiptoes soft
on cool petals of the pink
shadows indistinct
colors mourn for hours
at the lake of pearly dreams
observing black themes
PENUMBRA
A semi-hidden place
Out of the limelight
Hovering in shadow
And almost unseen
But still a dim copy
Sometimes cast large
And sometimes not
Its own shade of grey
Moving in synchrony
An indistinct identity
As if self-conscious
Yet knowing its role
To echo and follow
Like its black cousin
Faithful until it’s dark
Brittle, uneven nails
Jabbing her skin
Kept her alert
While forcing a grin
Blank, saddened eyes
Skimming the faces
Sure, to keep moving
Refraining embraces
A mumbling cycle
Of indistinct chatter
Diverted attention
From what was the matter
Leaving the impression
She had little to say
With no one aware
She had a bad day
let the world fall
let light extinguish
let the beauty of all
truth, life, nature
decay & fall
in slippery chunks
past the windows
let the world bleed it's self out
in dingy-dark water color
& slide like rain from the rooftops
our rooftops, our windows
our world
falling
graceless & graceful
over the last edge of sanity
the precipice
of all finalities
Years of lifetime thrown away,
I am encaged of bars I created myself.
The host and the hostage;
The prisoner and the prison.
They are all the same,
They are all me.
I have been here long enough
To have befriended the shadows,
Shadows that are almost indistinct
From the cold dark floor that I lie on.
My cries fade out through the bars
And the shadows swallow me, whole.
.
*poof*
that wuzn't cannabis
'twuz mine into the visible
*foop*
now you thought you seen me
nope
you don't
mine slips back unto the
indistinct
Yards
Jameson
Thuh bone
Mine lisp
'fore the midnight
gongz
Behind the masks
We are safe
From epidemics
Behind the masks
Thieves and robbers
Being not recognised
Are safe too
Behind the masks
Voices become indistinct
Dining becomes inconvenient
Smiling hidden
Anger has no vent
Sorrow and despair overlooked
Beauty not appreciated
Behind the masks
Just like the politicians and cheaters
Never show their real faces
But don't worry
God always read your hearts
But not your faces