Short Limbs Poems
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limbs prostrate and reach —
soul’s somatic form agrees
to remember God
2/9/2018
We connect like branches
reached from afar and distant,
you just don't know...
I saw that the tree limbs were dessicated
and in need of removal
... just chop it off
I imagined cutting off a limb or piece that I no longer
needed
and how badly that would suck
Winter grace
fading in silhouettes
falling through oak limbs
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Sometimes in the late hour,
When mist comes out to greet pavement
We find that we are not
The grand statues we thought we were,
That today will wash away like rain in sewer trails
And that we are still not enough.
sunlight blinks softly
through naked, wise old branches
yearning for spring thaw
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Several
forever fading
fragments of
one single
shattered dream.
Who’s streams
of significance
flow far behind
the shadows of time.
leaving behind
their minimal
minor moments .
Which forever engrave
themselves
deep within
the depths of my
shattered heart .
limbs dance with the wind
shadows all melt into one
mountains fill the sky
stark clouds piled miles high
winds bind them from crashing down
no such luck for leaves
the first clear drop falls
blissfully through broken stems
onto thankful soil
Michael F. Lewis
Timeless Limbs of Gold
by Lori Maria Walton
Spinning
ceaseless,
limbs of gold
desire movement,
to become still
hours, set like days
upon the laps
of young children
and old men
photographs blur
my memory
with stains
of reality
where have you gone?
Form:
These silent pages, barren, white,
as still as any snow-filled night,
will come to life when dawn begins to breathe.
Then words, in fresh emotion caught,
like wind-blown leaves from limbs of thought,
drift down to paint the emptiness beneath.
In vivid colors, crisp and clean,
they whirl across the frozen scene
and circle in a poem like a wreath.
Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm
Mocking silence with a hush
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.
Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His wordless voice,
Tears fall dryly at my sublimation
To waters endless song , rejoice.
Brenda Atry
September 28, 2011
Decay, decays?
Never, this oak lives forever!
Bit by beetle bugs that on me did graze.
Birds my bark did sever.
A broken twig pointed the way of my decline.
Twisted limbs, fungus, and burls strained this trunky spine.
Termites made my hollows to whine.
Leaves lost their grip, falling, as I, over chill days.
Date: 06/14/2019
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