I stare into the slightly tipped silver dish of the moon and sup dreams with a runcible spoon, swallowing rocks and moon dust – no cheese – I don’t want nightmares. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry Today Kerry […]
Tag: Micro poetry
Echoes of Twilight
On the air, the taste of frost; breath of wood smoke and tang of leaves are suspended in twilight. A full moon reaches out to touch reflections splintering the white, tinged with bright lights of Christmas trees. Twinkling through the streetlight’s glow, intimate lamps of home remind us that its time to make our way. […]
The Meeting of the Ways
How many poets and songwriters Have written about the parting of the ways? What about the time when they first meet, When eyes lock, lips touch, fingers tangle As you wander together down the same street? The only signs you need are body language, Exploration of thought and tongue, Locked in a metaphysical conversation Where […]
Dripping
Today it has rained rust From dawn until dusk, A steady trickle of oxidation, Scented with must of degeneration: A kaleidoscopic downpour Of fragments of copper In the odd trick of bright That sets leaves alight, That slips between raindrops And drips and plops. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to imaginary garden with […]
Rusty Tree
Copper beech sheds its umber (ella) shade with metallic flourish; leaf by burnished leaf they gather, littering the path and forming rusty puddles in the bird-bath. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #179, where Grace is hosting. She reminded us about the planned D’verse Anthology and mentioned […]
A Sunday Walk with Cormorants
My response to imaginary garden with real toads Not What We came To See ~ Micro Poetry We’re putting the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and returning to the option of form poetry. The challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines, choosing our own form or sticking to free verse. […]
Because it is my Heart
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Because It Is My Heart ~ Micro Poetry Because it is my heart It does not drip blood; Instead, a muddle of words Drops into a puddle of mud And, because it is my heart, Not listening to my head, My hands create a homunculus To […]
Death and Life
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry Gazing with malicious grin The Grim Reaper comes harvesting Generations of the never-ending Circle of life. Death may swipe Infant innocence or guilt aghast, But humanity eludes his grasp. On a bright bed of flowers, Eve, the source […]
Served from the Heart
My response to imaginary garden with real toads – The Way of Tea Steam is released from the meeting Of hot water and cold porcelain: Tea leaves and petals infusing Fragrance of sweet jasmine, Served from the heart. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on boisdejasmin.com
Scribbling on my Soul
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night # 167 – a poem I wrote and posted last September, that kind of sums up my writing. The scratching of the pen Won’t stop It echoes through my dreams And lifts my eyelids With the urgency Of birth Ideas invade Exploding crocuses That reach out For an […]
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