Short Moth Eaten Poems

weeping willow, her
limbs caress giant empty
moth eaten coffins...

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CINDERELLA’S CLOSET

spawned-jeans ripped to shreds
moth-eaten-sweater distressed ~
fit teen in fashion

1/5/2022...

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Now stolen by the seconds
before blurred and moth eaten
Tomorrow still yet formed
Destiny take its chance
laughter strangles silence
and noise creates the home...

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Must morning return so soon?
her hand-me-down haste,
& moth-eaten bloom,
grieves for the rain,
of last night's pour,
but, I still taste,
the petrichor,
dancing,
on my tongue.
...

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In this late hour, the moon withdraws behind a cloud
Hiding her face and her light so dearly loved
And wraps herself in her old, moth-eaten shroud
As the last jack-o’-lantern’s flame is finally snuffed....

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Night cloth
Old house
Celestial fires
In the sky
Whole cloth
Moth eaten
Lost to time
Lost to night
Words spoken
Walls broken
Night cloth
Old house
Firey sky
Deep dreams
Blinking out
Casting shadows
On the walls
Old house
Shadow dreams
Words spoken
Walls broken...

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The color of lemonade washing the sky—
Popsicle memories revive
Of  baseball connecting with ash wood, hit high
In an arcing, outfield drive.

Are summers forever?  Or only a day?
Moth-eaten , major-league hat…
December’s the umpire, miscalling the play,
And there’s ice on my Louisville bat....

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The woman smiles vacantly
waiting for the bus,
but not climbing on;
eyes lined, hair matted,
hands in moth-eaten gloves.
She talks to a photo
she grasps in her hands
of sorrows and pain of the past,
oblivious to those who stare or ignore her.
Her old knit cap covers reflections
she refuses to share as a 
refugee from a life of comfort
now at the mercy of the elements
and the law....

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Embellished wreaths and lace hang low, all chipped
As a shadow drifts like  moth-eaten thread--
I wail!   And in one rush, my life outstripped
On joyous Yuletide    an ordeal instead:

While bells peal of lament I can't contain--
How our union sweet, the nights desecrate 
A goodbye that is riddled with much pain,
When new stars entomb him---my song, my fate.


~
'JAN 2019 WK2 Contest...

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NOR COULD I FORETELL YOU

Before I leave I could see
Bated hoods ofTrials
Of love and life .
Protruding stuffed pocktes
Of havesack
Moth eaten trails and judgements
Of our love and life .

Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I foretell you for good.

Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life....

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NOR I FORETELL YOU

Before I leave I could'nt see you
Bated hoods of trials
Of life and love .
Protruding stuffed pockets
Of havesack,
Moth eaten trails and judgments
Of our love and life.

Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I faretell your for good.

Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life....

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poetry is ;

pulling a velveteen rabbit
out of a moth-eaten top hat
to the oohs and awws
of a wide-eyed children’s crowd

words flowing faster
than tongues wagging
from pursed dry lips
begging for a bit of water

poetry is;

flowering in the middle
of some nameless desert’s
shimmering heat precisely 
at high noon

the sparkle of moisture
an illusion pure
without any slight
of human hand

poetry is pure magic
word imagery
without compare...

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