Short Trace Poems
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Soldiers and cannons
Bastions and ravelin structuring
Fortifications
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php
Let the breath of your mouth skim across my skin. Let your tongue trace every crevice, every ridge and curve, every valley and in between.
a faint shift
held within a pause~
nothing loud,
just the sense
that something small has altered
and won’t shift back
Tread lightly on the earth - you are walking on the back of your own children's future
inspired by Sierra Club and Brian Strand's contest
He said he loved me,
yet still left me.
If he loved me, how could he hurt me?
Forever, I will love him
the way he could never love me.
An expert player
Refined sense can trace the gap
between sense and words
Silently succumbed at night
To Her intangible sight...
Vaunted muse vanished by dawn -
Vibrant verse humbly lives on.
November 3, 2020
Timorously I move alongside
Rendering me anxious and edgy
At Last I have found her
Casually I hugged the body I loved most
Ending weeks of intense tracking.
Paw-prints in the snow
Frozen in time;
Tracks once swift halted,
Still but already gone;
A trace of thee untraceable,
An anonymous signature
Of something which was.
Within the crowd I am indistinguishable.
A piece of hay in the haystack, a needle I am not.
The flower I am on the wall.
I see All, I hear All.
But none see me.
Trace
You came and left like the wind
Sometimes I wonder if you were
Ever really here at all
But you were I can see your footprints
In the path of my existence
Trace of Accelerated Pace
We would have to track down each trace,
Of what they saw at an accelerated pace;
Intend,
No end;
Realized around in a circle had been race.
Jim Horn
Have a blessed birthday, dear Tish,
The sunlight starts to rise and glow;
The shadows of the night vanish
Without a trace hours ago.
Topic: Birthday of Tish Palmones (March 30)
A trace of taste was not found.
Cancer took it away without a sound.
I wept and hid my fround.
Succulent had no say.
Perhaps it will someday.
Must be hard to live that way.
Here I lie and trace
The red crescent moon
You left on my waist.
Fingers traced my spine,
Dug in deep, drew this
Shaded shape of mine.
Trace the tender mark
You branded on my
Neck and naked heart.
Tried To Trace
Where call came from we tried to trace;
Searched and searched all over place;
Lost and could not find;
Impeached and left behind;
Would like to see look on Trump's face.
Jim Horn
Cletus joined the Navy on a fool whim
And was told he needed to learn to swim
He was launched off the dock
And he sank like a rock
The Navy straightaway got rid of him
thick trees engulf the hidden spell;
soft streams collide on risen ground;
so much, so fast, so far we go —
then leave the remnants of the trampled dust.
–Zumwalt (2011, posted with permission from zumpoems.com)
My morning excursion to the pee pee place
Is fraught with danger, often fall on my face
Walls, doors, even the dresser
Obstacles cause me lot of displeasure
Destroying my good looks with nary a trace
With a trace of grace,
I caressed your pretty face
Erase life's hard race
With a trace of grace,
I did scratch off your disgrace...
I got to keep pace
Dismiss ignorance
With a trace of elegance
Need some assurance
(Kathmandu, 2009)
Leave No Trace
Step into nothingness
my little one
let the Great Night swallow you whole
be a spark
be a fire
that gently burns away
to leave no trace
when the morning comes.
(1/25/20)
I search in my heart
for a speck of love for you,
but I abandoned all hope
no more will i cry
if our paths ever cross again
I will act as if your
gone and forgotten
and I've left behind nothing
to signify any trace of you
vanished in thin air
in seconds
no trace remaining
of passion's fiery kisses
enchanted evenings
everlasting nights
swift plunged into the icy abyss
where memories brittle crack --
winters of discontent in jealousy sown
She was posh and built at enormous cost
Alas, She was fated to be star-crossed
Plunged to Her eternal grave
Capt Smith gave a final wave
And shouted, "Cheer up folks! All hope is lost!"
JOURNEY MIND MAP (16/25) — TRACE
See signs show
Grace grooms glow
Know your place
Seek bold space
Prize calm pace
Joy in place
Face to face
Glimpse true grace
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 January 2021
Singapore