For the Story: If I Were Petty - Chapter One
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I'd steal it back—
my poem that she posted as her own.
I'd name her plainly, demand
a public apology—
an admission of hypocrisy
from the one who keeps her hands clean,
grins like a simp...
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Categories:
unprompted, conflict, remember, writing,
Form: Free verse
One petal alone opens
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A lone petal unfurls
not a bloom,
not a flower,
no use to bees,
as one decrepit.
It's on its knees
trying to please
all alone.
It's an echo of a question,
yet to be asked.
It's a pose...
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Categories:
unprompted, anxiety, flower,
Form: Free verse
Someday
...The beguiling butterfly you are
to my enchanted eyes,
paint no tempting patina of touch
on the flower I’ve bloomed for you.
As the leitmotif of your delusion is stripped
for a few tantalizing...
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Categories:
unprompted, fantasy, hope, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Communique From Gethsemene
...The pretext of my residency here seems to have exhausted itself. I now find myself in need of offering an explanation for the immediacy of my departure. No doubt certain obvious reasons will come unp...
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Categories:
unprompted, allegory, dark, solitude,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Adrift In Severed Agony
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That disheartening obsession
is detached from reality
Another retinal wink message
blinks SOS pillow bleak
Drifting off to sleep,
void dreams of awakened passion
falls into an impo...
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Categories:
unprompted, love hurts, metaphor, pain,
Form: Free verse
Short One
...Of those lessons,
Which remained unprompted,
Now turned into nightmares....
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Categories:
unprompted, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Long Home
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Last breath,
eyes shut closed
Memories vanished
What was her last thought?
Only God knows
Her dry bones, I now suppose,
lay in a suspended prone repose
Waiting,
patientl...
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Categories:
unprompted, change, faith, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Late Love,Lost Love
...What was so different about that day?
We had met many times before.
Perhaps a spark had ignited
That we were unaware of
Until the fire swept us away,
Or the still waters of personal passion
Ca...
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Categories:
unprompted, loss, love, nostalgia,
Form: Romanticism