Tuesday, January 31, 2012


I posted the beginning of this, or a version of the beginning of this, yesterday as a #MicroPoetry, but I did not like how the constraints of 140 altered the meaning. I felt it had more to say. So here you go, enjoy!


Beneath slate blue sky anointed with jet trails
Concrete river littered with restless red lights

Freedom seekers
Intercepted broken white lines looking for quick escape
Serenity moment lost to timeframe dictation

Old souls
Took deep winter breaths ignored endless rush
Exhaled slowly directing warm air across cracked lips

Aged eyes
Squinted while trying to decipher braided bends
Pulled back slowing rapid river pace

Smiled gleefully at extended arms fighting invisible force
Made silly faces reminding onlookers to decompress

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