Category: micropoem
Exhale
Do you ever
Suddenly realise
You’ve been holding
Your breath for days?
When you eventually
Breathe out
With blessed relief
And see things
Through different eyes.
©moonbiscuitblog
2 August 2018
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Glacier Point
Home of silver-clad gods
Turned to stone
As far as the eye can see
Glacier Point Yosemite
Took us close to tears
And struggling to breathe
Almost unbearable beauty
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Blinding Light
Millions of tiny blinding sparks of light
Showering down around her
As she painstakingly tries to weld the shards
Of his broken heart back together
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The Well And The Ladder
I was having a bad time
In my well of self-doubt
When along came Myka
With love in that smile
And a ladder
To help get me out
©moonbiscuitblog
Hidden
Plaintive owl cries
Have unnerved him
Awakened something
Hidden deep within
Tugging at something
He’d forgotten somehow
Or something he
Doesn’t yet know
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Constancy
Profoundly lonely
Since losing his beautiful bride
He needs to go down to the sea
It provides him constancy
That missing heartbeat
Of his own dear Constance by his side
©moonbiscuitblog
May 2018
Thunder Clouds
Thunder clouds gather
Along their shared horizon
Threatening their dreams
©moonbiscuitblog
July 2018
Soundtrack of the Sea
From gentle ripples
To thunderous roaring waves
The moods of the sea
Seeping into DNA
Soundtrack soothing hearts and souls
©moonbiscuitblog
May 2018
Sitting on the Moon
I sit on the moon
Just to hear the tune she sings
Silver lullaby
©moonbiscuitblog
9 July 2018
Persona
Which persona
Are you using
Right now?
She used to deny
To herself
Quite loudly
That she owned more
Than one
But time spent
With her siblings
Brings out
Sulky petulance
With certain
In-laws the
Mischievous elf
With authority
The rebel
With parents
The patient saint
Manifests briefly
Unconvincingly
The schemingly mean
Appears
In the depths
Of revengeful
Midnight
©moonbiscuitblog
July 2018
Magic Happens
Magic happens when:
Disparate voices harmonise;
In velvet dark star-studded skies;
At dawn when the sleepy day awakes;
When that place in your soul no longer aches
©moonbiscuitblog
Pieces
Spending so much time
Trying to find the pieces
To construct the whole
©moonbiscuitblog
June 2018
In Days Of Yore
In days of yore
When far from home
Romantics would carry
Close to their heart
A lock of their
Beloved’s hair
A rogue tear
To ensure
No more
Would be shed
And to never
Feel alone
Nowadays
We all store
Our love’s photos
On our phones
©moonbiscuitblog
27 June 2018
Lines
Are the lines drawn
In the same sand
As the sand that has
The flags in
Do the lines in
Our faces
Show how much
We’ve laughed
And how often
We’ve sinned
The lines that
We’ve crossed
The loved ones
We’ve lost
And the worries
Of living each day
We have crossed lines
And lay lines
Battle lines, deadlines
And lines that we say,
Like a habit,
Day after day
The lines of a song
That stay with
Us forever
Even if we
Misheard them
And sing them
All wrong
The lines of a poem
That once touched
Your soul
That now you find
You can’t
Quite recall
But the feeling
They gave you
Lives on and on
©moonbiscuitblog
25 June 2018
Crushed
Crushed
By her too-high
Hopes again
She wasn’t aiming
For the skies
Or the stars
Or the moon
At the top
Of the trees
Or the vertiginous
High notes
Of a tune
Just for a sprinkle
More energy
A whisper less sleep
To help her spirits
Climb up
From the deep
©moonbiscuitblog
23 June 2018
He Carries
He carries notepaper, quill
Grudges and guilt
Pocketfuls of purple,
Compassion and hope
©moonbiscuitblog
20 June 2018