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.
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.
a faint shift
held within a pause~
nothing loud,
just the sense
that something small has altered
and won’t shift back
gnarled cecropia
I am in the aural duct
always gone again
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
Ivory wallpaper,
I plunge into yesterday—
Solstice finds your trace.
Trace me with your sighs,
Love me with your soul,
Seize me with your eyes,
Colour pink my skies,
You, my heart have stole,
Trace me with your sighs,
We have lifelong ties,
I'm yours to control,
Seize me with your eyes,
Give me passion highs,
A kiss, I cajole,
Trace me with your sighs,
My heartbeat implies -
Through life, we will stroll,
Seize me with your eyes,
As one, we comprise
Affection heart-whole,
Trace me with your sighs,
Seize me with your eyes.
In the hush of the night's bliss,
A melodic dance of silver beams streams,
Entwined with a warm embrace
As you trace me with your sighs,
Igniting a tenderly lingering kiss;
Your palms are along my breadth.
With a stolen breath,
A fevered chase exists
As shadows whisper,
Buried in the spinning world.
Not yet revelation,
not yet omen,
not yet flame.
Too subtle to name,
this recognition
from beneath my thought:
I have stood
in this shadow before.
It was the first shift
from pure longing
to the quiet ache
of déjà vu.
This connection
mirrored old wounds,
though I tried
to convince myself
it was new.
Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
to provide for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
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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)
I hate how limiting our human lives are
I want to be a mother,a father,childless
I want to travel,stay at home,grow
Forever limited by an invisible timer
I want to be a daughter,a son,a fallen star
Something unlimited by my form,raw
There’s too many things I want to do
And so many I do not
I’m not afraid of dying
I’m afraid of not trying
Not leaving a mark
Not leaving a trace of my existence
I want to be known but not seen
I want the applause but not the attention
No, I don’t want to be immortal
Just want my existence to be internal
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
activation codes
energy frequencies move
touch surface trace form ~
This life is as familiar to me as my five fingers,
Yet I still find the flaws that linger.
When I think of the future for the next of kin,
My soul withers...
in various ways...
I begin to spin.
My soul withers...
in various ways...
My life drifts toward the western bay.
There’s no time to turn or even glance,
Many souls pass by, lost in the dance.
Many don’t grasp the essence of this life,
Has anyone truly reached their aimed strife?
As I wander in this flurry and haste,
One day I’ll leave without a trace.
Though these words may not make sense to some,
The blue sea won’t stir if no battles come.
Rivers may overflow in the end,
And pour into the sea, if you comprehend.
No empathy, but scorn, cause I am not
The one that meets the eligible entry
Your government won’t like the fact I’ve got
A lifetime story short which seems eccentric
It takes me to the underground train
That goes encircled in perpetual motion
One stop invites to make a change one day
I travel fast to see the roaring ocean
And when I’m there, it splashes in my face
The foam dissolves, the waves get high like never
I’m stepping back, and running water licks my trace
In a split second it will be wiped out forever.
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