Short Splaying Poems

The words shift over
When the heart grieves with mistrust
And life seems complex with her
Saying things simply
Can prevent splaying of pain
Increased by those staring eyes

Russell Sivey...

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She displays a smile of love
A smart freckled girl
Hair splaying here and away
Working up a swirl
Piercing eyes composed
She enlivens many men
Her heart is exposed

Russell Sivey

Form Seguidilla...

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There’s comfort in conformity,
The dry herd steps forward to give 
Filed sighs, an enormity
Of purpose, peppered like a sieve
With empty space, paraded fast
Through love and loss, to lie and live,
Splaying bones to yawn death at last,
Our time to pass, we won’t forgive....

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Listen to poem:

August exquisite symphony of golden haze
Unbending light casts a calm and warm gaze
Gossamer sets mirth as waves frolic ebbing tide.
Uplifting seagulls soar with wings splaying wide.
Surreptitious lovers softly dance and spin.
Tone passion shore is a vital place where souls grin....

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The leafless, arthritic branches
of the sycamore and maple
trees stretched their grotesque, naked forms 
now stripped by the blasts of winter;
splaying drearily overhead 
casting cold, rickety shadows
over recently fallen snow.
A prevailing wind rushes through
the trees and a choir of creaks
begin their rasping rhapsody.
A momentary lull begins
and the wooded composition
in a Larghissimo tempo
ends on a melancholy note....

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The eye of a storm provides little to quell the stumbling gait of time

Fore shadowing the nimble minded gate crashers with a desire to leave

But flesh eating pores only spur the unending need to cry

Then flys continually drink away any tears

Causing shallow shivering thoughts to spill ripping tempests through the brain

These cold rivers of blood soak up all divine wishs 

Splaying forever a dent in the core of being alive...

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God arrives at break of day in form of a heavenly spaceship
His light rays splaying across the horizon in a gentle way
I watch from my jungle tree house, marveling at His reach
knowing He is simultaneously on the other side of the world

my children are going to sleep in the north as I am awaking.
I know He is with them as much or maybe more than with me
I marvel at His all-encompassing Godliness, feeling beloved.
hear myself sigh with gratitude as I watch him show His hand....

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