Short Plumping Poems

An anxious tick anticipates a drop;
if it is thick, he knows he’ll have to stop.
But if it’s thin, a thought to make him smile:
plumped up again in just a little while…...

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My cells are plumping up
my mind  in a cage
the absence so strong
it fills up my existence
hanging by a thread
the only thing that keeps me sane
a furry skin that touches mine and warms the 
pieces of my heart....

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It's a beautiful day
For waving leaves to fall
A day for watching 
Raindrops drop

It's a beautiful day
For apples to blush red
A day for plumping 
Pumpkins, large and  orange

It's a beautiful day
For tracking gray squirrels 
A day for bushy tails
And mouths carrying omens

It's a beautiful day 
For lifting thanks
A day for sensing love's
Quiet mantle settle...

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I lost September somewhere in the sadness
lost track of shadows in the sun
mourned not fading warmth nor shortened days
shivering in a crystal cloak of frost.

Lovers, sated on a Summer’s sweetness
succumbing to the lie – forever’s now
idle in the arms of humid passion
wilting on the vines of plumping lust.

Cold soil covering September
blanketing the joys of milder days
memories slow fading with the  season
huddled near the fencepost by the barn.


John G. Lawless
©10/9/2019...

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