March 2nd and already Mother Nature is reeking havoc in the Midwest. This morning found me eyes open and ears alert to the sounds of hail and thunder.
Before I can turn my pen towards these wonders, I wanted to give you my #MicroPoetry recap for January and February. As always, there may have been some slight modifications since the original post but most should be familiar to those that follow me on Twitter or are my Facebook friends.
Micro
Poetry: January – February (2012)
We greeted midnight
Wearing our birthday best
Lips and legs locked
Hands roaming
We paused to welcome it
Exhaustion
Sits heavy on tired bones and body
Mind
Restless
Removes surface images
Focuses on true joy of your smile
I have been here before
Separated from heard
Wolves circling
Teeth gnashing
No longer a fawn
I use my rack to escape
I sat in silence
Stunned
Tracing words with eyes
Like they formed a picture
Not a paragraph
Alone
Empty
And I
Trapped in a sensory
montage
Bury emotions
Silence the heart
Clamber for awakened
thought
Fingernails track forearms
Cold sweat shivers
Life patterns disturbed
Rocking
Comforts a soul
Fixated on quitting you
I lay
In black morning silence
Staring at a vacant pillow
Waiting for a sunshine
that never came
I loved you since I first feared you
God like grumble chasing explosions in the sky
Had me counting distance
Waiting for your arrival
Thought about you
As I massaged your
abandoned lotion into my skin
It smelled of late night
laughter and hot kisses
Chased the black snake
Through pre-sun morning
Watched it disappear into fog
Like an ancient magician
Laying in bed
Listening to Grace
Clutching pillow close to
chest
Craving the sensation of
your skin on mine
Fought the buzz
Silenced it with one swift punch
It waited 540 clicks
Then retaliated with a vengeance
Forced neurotransmitters
to cross synapses
Seeking clarity of
creative thought
Clouded by life's what-if
white noise
Slow movement morning
Another physical reminder of youth's fade
Like the grey threatening to overthrow the brown
I found him
Hiding behind toxic eyes
Love drunk
Gazing at the world with
malcontent
Like a dog staring at his
cage
Descending from heavens
Mechanical Angel lands sharply
Allowing God's children to put feet to soil
Vacation coffee
Opens senses wide
To experience new morning
Spanish moss
Hangs from limbs
Like ghosts of witches
Long ago persecuted
Live Oak leaf
Solitary
Spins through atmosphere
Like bird with broken wing
Still trying to
Having deflected arrows with potioned points
I am alone
Neither wanting nor content
Just alone
Silent
Reflective
I giggle when I think of
you
Return myself to shared
experiences
And conversations about
nothing
That meant everything
always good!!!
ReplyDelete