Short Ricochets Poems
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door closed monk stands straight
gold keys sun ray ricochets
soul opens world breathes peace
to be a success
takes an element of luck
a big sledgehammer
fortuitous ricochets
unlike me ~ know when to duck
Thundering paws pound the floors;
back flips off the walls, resounding.
Claws clicking floors as feline ricochets,
down the hallway and back.
A cat with cabin fever,
after a long winter snooze.
Song soars, dawn of day,
over fields gold with hay,
sudden rising melody.
Stirring balmy air,
heavenly fanfare,
giving summer therapy.
Lyrical bouquet,
birdsong ricochets,
a soulful “blues” remedy.
Skylark, debonair,
above our earth, fair,
create joyful fantasy.
Copyright, July 15, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
secrets
some days
sunlight ricochets
plays hooky in the heavens
hides among the clouds
some nights
moonlight meanders
basking in cool soothing air
hiding in plain sight
sometimes
sunlight and moonlight
hang out on the horizon
hugging each other
John G. Lawless
8/15/2016
It’s always the last of the booming sounds.
That, which ricochets slowly into the tunnel of
Our souls —that hard, wavering metallic
Whisper —wafting high and solemnly — from the belfry,
Floating through the spikes of Gothic sails,
Frightening gargoyles and hushing magpies,
On its way down to the audience of Sunday.
its whimper sounds like a whisper, it slips as it slithers away
the loud fear it left on my mind still spins my spine
i run, forgetting my heart is still hanging in my mouth~
it pounds like a tornado blowing through my veins
the ricochets of its anger shudder even my tiniest nerves
our nights and days will never cross paths again.
life is a playful flying fish..
a dazzling glider that skims
and ricochets along
the surface of the sea..
on a silvery day..
sinks down, gone for a while
but is seen once more..
darting out of the water..
playing forever more..
on a silvery day!
Tears of a shattered heart, quietly slipping unheard to a cold pillow.
Why? The question ricochets through long suppressed pain.
The trust of love given freely, the trust that dangles by a whisper.
A mind willing to mesh the truth with a lie to spare a fragile heart.
As mind and soul begin the treacherous journey to forgive,
The heart forgives the mind proceeds at a pace held back by reality
Form:
A-rush
In a feather ruffling frenzy
cooling the flamboyant sunrise
muffling the warblers
with waffling winds
chilling the audience
in an ice-like stare
your shivery essence
ricochets through the canyon
startles the cliffs
bellows amid the echoes
of yesteryears challenge
stirs a red dust devil
they call you cold, December
for they are frail
and cannot bear the sting
of Winter’s hoary kiss
Blind discontent bets
on favor of the gods
Nondirected energy ricochets
back to the source and
tears apart
Dreadful vengeance bows
to your bidding
with pocket foggy
retribution
Roll over crisscrossed rage as
aluminum pop tops tinkle
on shaved black head
ebony living statue testifies
You did not pay attention.
Hope left long ago on wings
of the moment.
and then buzzing starts below skin
shocks shoot along veins
I hold my arm
a different pain today
it buckles the knee
grinds the shoulder
it burns the elbow
gnaws the hip
I rub my back
a deep breath and sigh
ricochets ribcage-aches like children
playing at pinball machines
another new pain today
another old pain tomorrow
the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise
and a spasm grips within muscle
.
joy is a playful
flying fish
a dazzling glider
that skims
and ricochets
along the surface
of the sea
on a silvery day!
it sinks down,
gone for a while
but is seen
once more
darting out
of the water
playing forever
on a silvery day!
.
Often I am content to just think...
sitting still and using a mental
scatter-gun on my brain – seeing
where the pellets go, admiring
the splatter pattern, and, most
important is what flies back –
previously unknown to me.
These are
the unintended ricochets that
make for interesting analysis –
Once I saw the face of a past
life, looking fondly at me: “a
pleasure to meet you!” – I had
my reservations....
Burning Woman
I am watching
her embodied animation;
in exaggerated intonation.
Lightning ricochets about
in eyes
threatening to ignite my addiction.
I wish she would share her fire.
Brows invert; speech sharpens
A needle into my skull.
She is right, as always.
But this humble fuel will remain cold.
Then at night, when lights burn low,
I am left to rub sticks together
shoot inconsequential sparks.
Nothing will ignite her
until Morning comes.