Short Wisp Poems
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I felt the Sun breathe it's life
as you became
revealed inside a dream of golden fire
touching in a rainbow hue of colors
resting on a dying mist
living but
a moment's wisp.
She came gliding in on her dragonfly steed.
Lovely and lithe, delightful indeed.
A wisp of a thing, a tiny little light might.
A pixie, a faerie, a pretty sight on this night.
That wisp of a girl
claims she’s your daughter
How can she be
if you ain’t taught her
Right from wrong when it comes to men
~ tell her the tale of her mother then
The opponent manoeuvres
attempting to mentally encircle
His tactics prove to be futile
for we are a vibrational twinkle
His arms reach out to strangle
whilst ours open in embrace
As a bliss mist we are immune
while he runs his own race
14-September-2020
a wisp floated down
landing in the meadow bright
did faeries get it?
will they sew it into a pillow?
use it for a faerie blouse?
two dwarfs laugh.
I despise dwarfs.
they are thoughtless mind readers and bullies.
They tease me with mean finger gestures.
Being an adult
I stick out my tongue.
soft vanilla nights
tasting pink strawberry tips...
rainbow sprinkles pop
a wisp of the chill
sweet melon sprigs twist and shout...
snow cones dance around!
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For contest: PD’s Neapolitan Ice-Cream
Haiku
My wind cries susan
Hoping for response
The sea holds its wave a little longer
Sweetest strawberries
That burst within your mouth
Savoured
to hold onto the taste
Breeze nestles in her hair too long
love songs forever silenced
and multitudes of words
hang themselves
lifeless in disgrace
unable to capture that face
And eyes so rare
but cursed to never look upon themselves
Light radiates her
and the wind cries susan
my thoughts adrift
endless on the horizon's edge
lingering in the warmth
of this day
you stand beneath
the folds of eyes
awake in dreams
i tremble amidst
the effortless breath of wind
tenderly stroking me
with the torridity
of a midday sigh
wiping dry
the mist that falls
from lonely eyes
my tears alight
on the feathery puffs
of the last dandelion
i whisper softly
lips against its folds
with a kiss
it drifts
alone
And there I was...
a cigarette in hand
It was all I could hold.
You came to me
spoke of things
so small.
I allowed them in.
I could take the littleness of it all.
Nothing larger than my breath.
My vessel was full,
full of bigger things.
More than you could ever hold in your empty heart.
Empty, it was still full of your foolishness.
But even so
a wisp of smoke
can fill the void
again,
tainted air
is full of despair
and I choke!