Short Molted Poems
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Soaring sovereign, white-crowned bird,
Shanghaied silently without a word.
Strong feathers molted one-by-one.
Pinfeather plumed on bare skin.
Wet market ready.
3/19/2023
Autumn saunters in
Silent as a new spring breeze
Stirring fallen leaves
Blanketing a cold worn earth
A year of greenery molted
Brisk wind dips treetops
Naked arms stretch fractious
Shivering in the chill
Creaking, groaning with cold ache
Arthritis here now till spring
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
somehow there was no way back and it burdened so.
Like a wish that has slowly burned away to embers;
hope seems to have become but a lifeless pile of molted ash.
And the weeping eyes that are reflected in the tears that flow;
Seem to carry a message that may soon become;
The passing melody of an unsung epitaph
Form:
This astronomical event
Molted out of summer sunbeams
Causes an herbaceous retreat
Personified as sleepiness
More darkness less lightness describes
This astronomical event
More coldness less heatness results
From shorter indirect sunbeams
Tilting revolving rotating
Earth goes around again until
This astronomical event
Reassuringly reoccurs
Earthly inhabitants rejoice
Variously and celebrate
The season attributed to
This astronomical event
I'm Not When
I'm Skin Bare
Because I
Have No Feathers.
No Flight No
Ruffled Glistening;
***Light Loves Love!***
But Now:
All Molted, All Shear...
Pride's Vanity All
Coughed Up.
***Ahhh... That's Better.***
Not Defenseless:
Thread-bare.
Un-Offensive
And...
Un-Offendable.
Abnormal And New...
*******
Feathers Sprouting!
(Phantom Wish.)
-Gray Squirrel
04-18-2026
She is grayscale my students said.
They are used to people being in living color.
She is vintage, I explained. We were all grayscale back then.
In the covered wagon days?
No. In the thirties, forties, fifties and part of the sixties.
You are kidding!
Sh!
I was watching the young beauty.
Her dance moves flowed like molted lava
Her harem pants were chic and fashionable.
She was graceful like a flamingo.
Why is she gray? Stewart asked.
Stewart never listens in class.
Retired Easter chick race is happening again today!
We were all eager to see it, it is fun every single May.
What are they riding? Someone asked, first time at the line.
Miniature stallions, we call them, they run incredibly fine.
The retired Easter chicks are older, and a little huffy.
Some have molted half their feathers, and they act stuffy.
We cheer them on, and they stick out their beaks in a weird way.
Watching this insane race every year truly makes a fantastic Sunday.