Short Recessed Poems
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MORNING STILLNESS
reflective black pool
when off
the writer’s image
like ink
illuminating morning
recessed stars
her cell phone
asleep
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
MY FATE
Hidden in the valley of my mind
Laying recessed mind
The perfect person
for me
Beautiful and complete
Ideally set up
It will be
you will see
Seek the perfect
mate
Glad I was not too
Late care and loving
Giving cherished
Adoration is
My fate
Love at first sight
She is my Emily
Caught in your thicket of embellished verse
Trite but resolute
Efforts to crack the indestructible
Here you say:
Willowy white Lily-of-the-Valley
Softly flowing waves of ecstasy
Delights a recessed heart
And resurrects the willful soul
I say:
No one knows the heart of one
Cast onward towards the billowy grey
Destined to revive
My vain attempts at life
She hid her talents in the deepest darkest recessed corner
Taking it out never, for fear of being called brilliant.
She did not want to be shunned or ostracized,
Knowing her people well
Then one day she met a stranger who coaxed her a tiny bit
Encouraged her to allow herself to be
She shook out one sliver of a slip of a talent
And began to glow, and began to grow.
king makers huddle recessed in dark
creators of history shrouded in mystery
old and wisened like great oak trees
internally vibrant cunning and silent
no good deed goes unpunished
dark hands with gold bands
mystery men of renoun
never a sound speak in whispers
comes to them a spark
they feed the spark till it comes aflame
more they say till flames a roar
they plot and scheme hidden away from all mainstream
Hidden treasure waiting
Vibrant pink
Juices on my lips, nose, check
Nibble, inhale
Suck, swallow, savor
Enfold, engulf, enflame
A taste
A scent
A smile of sated satisfaction.
Forbidden fruit
So called
Because the danger of one taste
One touch
Grounds but gives us wings
A sense of times long past
In recessed rooms of teenage dreams of
What could be.
Could never be
No never
Not for me.
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Inner Wisdom
We need not attend outward images only;
a recessed feeling of joy may do,
viewing subtler yellows of sunflower petals.
We need not shackle ourselves to metals.
Cold hard steel, rusty cobalt blue,
chain outward senses from inner glory.
We are made to live more than the physical story.
We need to address inner feelings askew.
Their comings and goings fulfill some of us too.