instagram inspired poetry

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the hobby

and suddenly
it all comes clear
just what I was
to you

a hobby

now discarded
for a shiny new

enthusiasm boundless
until the day
you're bored

when the distraction
stops distracting
with too much
interacting

on to a newer toy
in which you'll find
a newer joy

until you've run out of new
and are left
with only you

micropoetry

attempts in micropoetry

Using instagram photos as inspiration for micropoetry!

supermoon eclipsing

the moon
hangs low
and heavy
in the sky
like my hope
reflecting the light
of another

inch by inch
the moon disappears
into itself
inch by inch
it reemerges
like a shy smile

and I watch
and in it am
light reflected
and shyly smile too

asea

I thought I was a life raft
That's how it seemed to me
To keep us safe above the waves
If capsized we should be

But now you say I'm ballast
Cast overboard I've been
With no real explanation
For why I'm jettisoned

An anchor or floatation
I don't know which I am
But either way, I'm drifting
And nowhere is the land.

I cannot find my bearings
in this Sargasso Sea
I float around in circles
Until I drown in memory.

(note- second video attempt. mispronounced Sargasso in the first - whoops.)

boxing

package/sort/name
and aim
to make sense
you get angry
at those that don't fit
in the boxes
you've made
so you break them
force the fit
as if it were
their fault
instead of building
bigger boxes
or becoming
boundless and boxless




 

Dating Animals

I don't trust a man who doesn't like dogs.
    I worry they don't value loyalty
          or exuberance
               and are ruled by fear

I don't trust a man who doesn't like cats
     I worry they don't value independence
           or mystery
                and are ruled by rules

I don't trust a man who doesn't like me
      I worry they don't value dogs or cats.

Greenthumb

love is not a gift

it is no bouquet
pruned and
plucked and
placed in a vase
stuck on a table
to be admired
for a day
maybe two
then left to wither

love is a garden
love is grown
sown together
tilled and tended

it is not yours
or mine
it is its own

and when you walk away
you cannot take it with you
except in memory
but always
you can return

it may have become
overrun with weeds
plagued by pests
neglected thus
but lest you despair,
know that with care
it can be curated

know also,
left wild
still it may
be beautiful
maybe more so

come,
rest,
and in this
verdant oasis

exhilerate

lilies

gilded lilies
in a delicate vase
placeholders
meant to decorate
adorn
embellish
their surroundings

spoken just to stop the quiet
beautiful words they were

of course,
the best lies always are
that's why we believe them

beach therapy

among the waves
i dissipate
dissolve into
the coke-bottle green
become part
of a solution
my concentration
diluted
a drop in the ocean
become my woes
and lightened thus
i float

Song fragment

I was walking along when our paths converged

I liked you so much that it was absurd

And when we kissed, the world, it blurred 

Til suddenly a truth emerged

You were never with me

You were always with her

Even though she was gone 

You were still with her

I feel so dumb that I couldn't see 

You were cheating on me with a memory 

Not Love Song

They're all just stupid love songs

Full of stupid lies

He'll never see your soul when he looks into your eyes

He sees just a reflection

Of the him he wants to be

And if your vision doesn't match that 

Done with you he'll be