11/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #micropoetry

I've been scribbling again...

Poems in 140 characters or less...

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 a morning so lazy
not even the rain falls

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the sleeping child
gently snoring
on his breath
a gull's faint cry

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I am told - and never listen -
consider the reader
- odd
the writer is unique

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haze hangs below
unburned mist
and we have a need
to go higher

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I love this time
when my skin turns silver
no matter how hard you try
the day is over

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peace:)

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