Short Stringless Poems
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Today you warmed my soul
Orange ball of flame
Floating stringless in
The sky of blue and white
Unlike nothing else
You are my sentinel
Of utter bountiful
Heat and glory
I praise you for this
Unselfish gift
You reflect to
Nature and i
At morning’s wake
The sun expands
Life luster to
All the lands
Trees and plants
Creatures as well
Absorb the warmth
From where rays fell
Crimson beauty
Up in the sky
Far be it to judge
Or ask us why
At days end
The colors fade
Orange and crimson
To blue and jade
A silent beauty
Stringless and round
Without the sun
No life would
Be found
POETS
Seems we be a restless,
often rootless, band
we poets.
Annuals
bursting forth
in fullness
only to fade,
blown away
on fickle winds.
Stringless kites
anchored
in the ethereal.
Voices adrift
on the mind’s
muse.
Tumbleweeds
in torment
pursued
by the winds
of our future.
©2/18/2018
submitted to – CONTEST NO 400
sponsor – Brian Strand
Spring has sprung
Songbirds echoing calls
Welcoming the new season
Warmth and growing buds
Snow melted briskly
And though brown
Soon green will flood
A carpet of ambience
Fresh and clean
Leaves small and almost
Nonexistent reach
For the new dawning sun
A yellow jacket
Buzzing by flying
Stringless in the sky
Time to breath
The fresh and
Warm filled air
A garden gate unlocked but rusted shut
evokes what memory plays on stringless lyres
Between the furrowed hedgerows standing witness
there lives a fated wish of heart’s desire
Alone unvisited throughout the seasons
to weather scorching sun — inclement rain
The loneliness of what once was grows ere despondence
waiting on an unkept promise made in vain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
More than anyone else
you complete me
patched the breach in the circle
showed me the mental math
of the waves and angles of life
Patched this broken raft.
You know what I'm thinking
before I'm prepared to think.
When the heart jumps
I know you're close by.
When you're gone, I'm just a stringless harp
fingered by a dirty-nailed vagabond.
Dear self...please come back to me.
Sleepless I listen,
a muted winter magnifies
the slightest sound.
Snow falling,
snow walking over snow,
snow speaking -
wordless
as it plays a stringless harp.
Whispers of peace and death,
still night,
an ice sculptured air.
When dawn slips into
its many coated reality,
this silent symphony;
the unread simplicity
of falling snow
will have to bury its tongue.
where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul
koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress
words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes
geisha of the world
love is lost in illusions
freedom is her dream
men with cold fingers
whither blossom of her spring
harakiri end
in the seagull's grave
origami secrets kept
chicks learn how to fly
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within my mind like stringless mimes
reside the voices of discontent
discussing in their troubled tones
the conundrum of implied intent
“I’ll say this”, and “he’ll say that”
“she’ll do thus”, and “I’ll do so”
no invites to cerebral tea
for conversations of “me with me”
for all the puppets in my head
dance to tunes I choose to play
none have the voice to boldly say
“move on, you dwell in yesterday”
©6/18/2018
for Ventriloquist Poetry Contest/Anthony Slausen