Short Unwound Poems
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Summer and scorching suns all around..
Tired.., exhausted.., waiting to be unwound.,
Doesn't know when will the Autumn arrive.,
Heart says you will come to help me out survive.
Form:
Without making a single sound,
a ball of yarn, my cat unwound.
Meanwhile, my dog had more to say,
whiling away the gray Tuesday.
Barking loudly, he buried a bone.
I whispered sadly on the phone.
Close your legs milady, the flies are buzzin' round
The whiff of Irish shamrocks and bananas abound
Quite a combo I say
A parts raiser if I may
Sorry milady, my restraints have unwound
Multiple fractures of my skull
Makes my thoughts void and null
Motor neurons now shut down
Synapse connections now unwound
Muscles jerk
All thought burned away
But oddly enough
This was my finest day.
This is an ode to Sally-Jo,
Her silver spurs and the horse she rode,
As their mighty leap slowly unwound
They jumped the Grand Canyon in a single bound,
But it was deemed wind assisted as a hurricane blowed.
Your brother lives in Heaven above
Something missing, your heart unwound
So much space which way to turn
Inside, out in the cold
Fading memories
I am here now
Your mother
Turn to
Me.
©Holly P. Moore
February 2013
Am I trapped within my mind
Or have I locked my self out
Perhaps I just need to unwind
Maybe even take a new route
I will let myself out of my imagination
Or let myself back in
And I will stay unwound
Positively will stay on route
Form:
It is a time when cold dark winter comes unwound :: spring's growing sunshine
Tick tock tick tock
All I hear’s that bloody clock
Chiding me for wasting time
Is it really such a crime
To put your feet up when you’re done
Rest, relax and have some fun
It winds me up that awful sound
So now, I leave the clock unwound
Form:
The life of mine,
So missing in time,
The break in my line,
The whole in my life,
My heart wide open,
My heart found,
My heart unwound,
I am happy,
Because of caring,
Some one found me,
I am ready,
For her to fill me,
That whole overflowing.
A coil
Bound and twisted
Crimped and bent
Unwound
A wound
At the center
The core
A sore
Rewire and twist
Make a coiled nest
Hide the mess
Today and tomorrow
And the counted days before
Pulling constantly to get it straight
Watching it coil back into place
I loved a walk in the rain
Early one morning
When no one was about
I felt refreshed
Invigorated
Ready for the day ahead
And I loved a walk in the rain
Late that same night
No one was around
I felt relaxed
Unwound
Ready for a restful night
For Russell’s Spring Showers contest, 1st April 2013
The ties they use to keep me bound.
Has now begun to be unwound.
My shackles and chains have now been broken.
And i refuse to go through my life outspoken.
It's time for me to use my voice.
It's time for me to make a choice.
It's time for me to finally see.
That i have the ability to break free.
event horizon
revealing outer limit
of singular force
swirling cosmic dust
genesis of star’s being
clouds stellar ceiling
space lying between
all that can be felt or seen
formed that which has been
vivid human dream
makes further consciousness seem
outside nature’s scheme
reality found
vast universe comes unwound
ever outward bound
Our three-fold cord was braided for strength
but it's unraveled and has come unbound
We are two idle hands of a timeless clock
that for too long have been left unwound
A pair of mute swans, swimming in circles
lost in confusion, neither uttering a sound
In the last days of winter the sky is gloomy
If the sun breaks through love may be found
Arising from warm watered womb
To stand in steamy bathroom
Toweling dry before fogged glass
A moving smoky faint mirage
The cool Fall day is warm at last
Donning sweat shirt extra large
Picking up the empty cup
That held hot and gingered tea
He’d sipped while laying down
The pocket door slid open wide
Reborn again he stepped outside
Refreshed alert unwound
Form:
Found myself standing over you today
as I look down upon your grave.
Remembering all the things we did
and all the hugs you gave.
Never forgetting all the advice you shared
Holding it close to my heart
gives me the strength to move on?
The chill I get every now and then
is you holding my hand.
When things come unwound
and life is upside down.
There you’ll be watching down.
Listen to poem:
Birds herald Spring's awakening
with alarm clock
din rung.
Scents from flower buds leak
gossamer trails
into the air.
The sky at dawn has a brighter, redder blush
as life uncoils
out of hibernation's suspension
in surge of energy,
unwound discharged,
by unrelenting, unstoppable
hint of Spring in air.
Spring revealed, burst,
is sprung, done.
UNWOUND
Sex n interest is a state of mind,
the better the tease the harder it climbs,
conversation puts it down,
distraction men have found,
it breaks the concentration,
spring unwound,
unwanted relaxation,
frowns,
so close your ears and hear her not,
concentrating hard as what?
slipping sliding till she's besotted,
sweet loving from a time forgot
fills the imagination.....
Don Johnson
Unstrung lover broke her beads.
Pearls - black and blue, pure white, cream.
A river of wicked deeds
would release her unhinged scream.
Vertiginous whirlpool’s drunk
on All Hallow’s Eve. Unbent
string and fine ornaments sunk.
Unwound hate and pearls ferment.
10/19/2020
Contest: Impressions
Sponsor: Nette OnClaud
Visual #1
*to work up (as into a state of agitation)
Waters splashed in steady flow
heated fast under throbbing glows
salted streams steam, about to blow
stiffend strokes are soon invoked
as a bubbling froth begins to show
vigorous excitement is counted down
as ever morsel has become unwound
and when all is said and done
it's softly limp before it's drained
mouths water as lasting tastes
deliciously remain
no reason no rhyme
nothing but coffee and time
sit in a frozen moment
cruel words i begin to resent
was that a rhyme or am i crazy?
a little nuts, and a little spacey
no rhyme to be found
my mind is coming unwound
.....frayed taters of a broken mind, start to tangle, while they unwind, seep and drip...to the ground....below swirl and whirl, twirling....as they go....unfocused
and a little
lost
my sanity
was the
cost
In this old world where sin abounds,
you never catch the Devil at rest.
As a Christian I must be on guard,
at the ready for his next test.
Seeking from God, His measure of grace,
my token for just today.
So when tempted and must escape,
He'll have readied for me a way.
Before God was in my life each day,
it seemed my life would come unwound.
Until I learned "where sin abounded,
Grace did much more abound".
There are reasons why old men
Never accomplish what they intended;
Grass mowed, buttons sewed,
Weeds pulled and fences mended.
It's a conspiracy of time
Making failures of us all
As life becomes unwound while we are slowing down
And time speeds up for that last long haul.
The lists become longer
The clock hands move faster
And try a we might it soon become quite
Evident time is our master.
by E. Marshall Evans
Before the ending, there is this other self -
it is a little ahead of me.
He does not look back,
only I look back, imagine a path
all the way to the middle
of a spiral foretelling.
I imagine I am still a seed,
(it being a genetic code
that has to be unwound through
spit and blood).
Maybe the acorn knows
or he knows who comes after me
carrying my soul like a dead moth,
and smiling with a secret knowledge
as if he were kind.