Short Riffling Poems
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Autumn leaves
And on its heels
A savage wind
Hunts its offspring
Pursuing their faint scent
Riffling the golden fields
The curtain falls
A slow darkness ensues
The lights dim
In stillness
sunflower of night
with petals washed in moonglow
dreaming of the noon
lavishly lovely
wrapped in velvety darkness
in summer's green hour
the warm breezes blow
riffling the golden petals
milky way's twinkling
garage sale
placed junk from the past self
upon the driveway for
the passers by to come and
rummage through
riffling amongst the used goods
that are no longer wanted by the new self
spring cleaning of the garage of the subconscious
have begun
Riffling book pages, as faces pass by
She finds answers in silence
and understands
All is well.
Sad for leaves getting out of sight
yet still
happy for the humor she found within
She smiles...
This is for all those who've wondered about that silence,
of the what-ifs...but also learned to read in between the lines...
A photograph of us
tucked into an old paperback.
We took the book to Rome
long ago.
I left it on a bus.
Most likely
it has been destroyed,
by riffling thumbprints.
Paper rots,
the bus recycled into,
spoons and helmets.
The book was once
a romantic novel,
now it’s a ghost story.
Book worms rewrite history -
a very natural process.
I know not
the why or where
of when
of if she’s ever
coming back again
I sit
in sultry memory
passing kisses
rippling the sea
lifting from
humidity’s wet grasp
hard turgid thrill
of lovers
touching
as they pass
riffling the page-less
timeless sand
artists
of a coolly
passing hand
wispy breaths
of sunset
yets
©8/3/2018
for Summer Breeze Poetry Contest
An Incomplete Love Story
Too fast the pages riffled
through dreary decades
innocence confronted
loves lusty laughter
growing faint
in darkened corridors.
Forever’s love
hesitant in a hazy
distant stare,
longing
for a return
of its longing,
passion adrift
on a fleeing vision.
An incomplete love story
written in blank pages
riffling too slowly
too sadly,
too soon,
to end.
John G. Lawless
©7/10/2018
gilded hours’
intense writing,
sunrise
through twilight years.
fine riffling through strange*
fodder, of
poets,
i call friends.
mind-blown’
evident
sharpening
tool - seed-sown’ harvest.
in rows of yellow corn
we
stand TALL together.
10/6/2021
Yalto is a form invented by Edward Ibeh
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4, 5,3,2,3, 2,3,3,5, 6,1,5 syllables
*Strange as in unknown, from a stranger