Short Vestige Poems
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The final vestige of autumnal reign
Releases its exhausted grip on life ~
A wistful willow quivers as its last leaf falls.
08.01.20
Atrophy of sound is that
I say it not ~
my trust surround
for fear,
the harbor of the soul's astound
does cap my vestige
truth . . . another's ground?
Retrieved, can it be
And has it been
Each vestige of, scrolled and stoned
A goddess queen.
But not that enfleshed
Myth with a blush.
Men, a soft eve walked among;
Neath a palm lush.
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect;
misbegotten, ever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less, with
no vestige of respect.
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less, with
no vestige of respect.
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
without a vestige of respect.
Esoteric Enema
Miser of Burden
Intrinsic Impetus
Seer of Inertia
Virulent Vestige
Alias of anonymity
Pious Pathogen
Fear of Androgyny
Visceral Virtue
Tao of Two
Antigen of Affinity
I love you
Form:
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
with no vestige of respect.
THE TIDE CAME IN
SWIFT AND FURIOUS
BESIDE US
THE OCEAN
CARRIED YOU AWAY
A WAVE OF SADNESS
THE MOON
PULLING YOU FURTHER
BLACK AS NIGHT
COVERED IN ASH
YOU LEFT WITH MY HEART
THIS TIME
THERE IS NO TURNING BACK.
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
without a vestige of respect.
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...an exercise in assonance and alliteration
Deep within the ashes,
a last ember burned alone
A final spark to light the torch,
to guide your spirit home
Deep within the ashes,
a last beacon in the fight
Refusing to let the darkness take
—your vestige into night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect;
misbegotten, ever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less, with
no vestige of respect.
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an exercise in short 'e' long 'a,' 's,' 'm' and 'g' letters
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
with no vestige of respect.
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An exercise in alliteration and assonance,
the 'music' of my poetry.
light
bright, luminescent
shining, signaling, beaming
fluorescent, illumination, silhouette, vestige
obscuring, following, stalking
umber, darkened
shadow
Date written: 12/20/2022
One girl among a throng—
no, declared her swaying hips,
to woman she had bloomed—
Whose pert young face I’d never glimpsed
(until that instant,
from mall’s bench)
By passing, merely,
eyes so bright
and sweater shapely,
Touched off a vestige
of youthful years
and adolescence lost.
Deep are the tears
that lay buried in the shadows
they seek not the eyes
from where they would flow
known only to the birth of yesterday
they drip like raindrops
down the memory of the soul
to pool before the fall of quiet eyelids
as the last vestige of the day
turns to restless sleep
10/25/19
Errant, superficial and of kneel
this male emboss, so sacred finds appeal
within a drama's spoke, yet not of real,
while faith's abounding wisdom highlights skill
and interferes not prestige, but reveals!
As so my vestige in this writing wills
thy truth & trust . . . . the vagrant heart, but thrills!
To everything..
Turn, turn, turn
Standing upon this ledges edge
Uncovered as peering amid
The city lights below
Biopsies water colours..
Moments splashed about
This vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms hues called life ?
Time, seeking purlieu sorties
Reasons incised..
Lifted from the palette
Of brushed; their rhyme.
The last vestige of light
silently lingers
with the revillers drunk and blase
Stained windows
empty yesterdays hopes
Socceresses and velvet dolls
only offer their smiles
As the dancers kick like harlequins
your tears are gilded
Questions are divine
mourning for lost friends
Waiting for the sun
as the tapers pass by
DUSK
Sadness surfaces at dusk
permeating sky
as gentle pitch of
birds intone
above evils shriek.
Lost leaves depart
lonely barren sticks
as winter chills its
mortal demise
and festers deep.
Panorama vestige steals
and defies the stroke
of the hand that lies
like feline eyes through
an eerie dusk
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
Rigors domicile unkempt
that lowly insurrection intercept
my only peace, the glory of those kept
in infinite appease, my cantor met!
That deepening ford, my vestige of days left,
all bravery's surmount am in this tread,
do I of destitute regard remove adept,
Oh, soul of my wounds keeping, not regret ~
The deity of this weeping . . . thy inept!
He knew how to turn up the soil and seed,
Before the sun got hot by summer's glade;
And on his lips recounting roses creed
He gently viewed them as they swayed;
Together in a garden built of tweed
A bloom-vestige of grace, softly arrayed;
And as the gardener drank his amber tea,
he thought of roses and he thought of me.
why is it that i am
left f o r s a k e n-
fear has buried me
in an abandoned forest
of barren trees
each leaf that
has fallen upon the
infertile ground,
shows how l o n e l y
i truly am
a vestige of hope in visceral veins
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12.11.19
-luloo
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tall and proud
daylilies
wrinkled
discolored
disheveled
past their prime
deprived of warmth and sunrays
survived cruel dips in weather
braving long cold nights
rebellious to fall’s arrival
flaunting boldest efforts
stubborn to impress
express last splash of splendor
hanging so desperately
to the vestige of their youth
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Withered wishes
lick the sap of spring
and loose all they've held,
except all that dared to
winter in a heart
that clings where hope's
tendrils grow tired and
brittle
and still ~ in their final
vestige of existence,
braved the relentless frosts
and hold firm,
even in their death,
the supple youth that will
bear the fruits of
another season...