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Time’s Up
This poem is not ready to move on,
but its adjectives have abandoned the rhyme
for warm, blue waters and sandy shores. The nouns are
running a marathon with the moon and it
finds itself no longer (verb)ose.
This poem is left with only two feet and no rhythm,
and the meter is almost on empty. It has become
un(in)formed and blank. Maybe now is the
time to stand(za) up, pack up its ink and go.
But it will be back to repeat the refrain.
Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 415 – write an I Believe You poem
Moving On
I believe that you can
not drive my car,
choose my direction,
determine my destination
I will plot my own course
follow my own star
and when I look in
my rearview mirror
I will see you standing
in the receding past
—
dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night # 206
We’re finding Bits of Inspiration from Amber Rose Tamblyn in the Garden today
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your battery acid words fly through
the air burning everyone they touch
like sparks from a forest fire
they land on my unprotected heart
leaving singed holes where
my feelings used to be
I build up walls of insulating
smiles to protect the fragile
core of my soul and wait
until you have burned
yourself to ashes
then I stitch bright patches
of summer sun and bluest sky
to heal the scorched places
and I move on
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