MadVerse: What do mirrors/reflections reveal or hide?

attempted divination in
a skid row mirror

puddle on cracked asphalt
reflects in dirty gray all my sins
floating flecks of broken leaves
my redemption shimmering
chatoyant oil rainbows

no future foretold
except as past is prophecy

instapoem: spring, again

MadVerse Prompt: What do you do when words aren't enough?

I used all my words
the grand the absurd
poured out my heart
in vocabulary
made up my own
when I'd finished off
the dictionary
and yet nothing could convey
what I needed it to say
so I end, as do we all, with this...


silence

Prince and Bowie

beautiful weirdos
gone too soon
who now shall lead us through the purple rain and past Major Tom's moon

the Prince and the Duke
gave us a chance
to be leper messiahs
in spandex & heels
to drive red corvettes yet stop spinning our wheels

we honor them when
we answer their cry
"let's go crazy" "let's dance"
go on
give it a try

MadVerse: old stories / new ink / time's dusty memories Micropoem

I am a washerwoman
rinsing time's dusty memories
in a river of new ink that laps
against the banks of old stories

1 line wednesdays

Decided to start collecting my 1 line Wednesday twitter posts in one spot and see if they end up being something bigger. So this is them and I'll add to them each week, I guess.




April 20
In a nigh imperceptible nod and the guilty slant of his averted gaze, she got the answer she needed but not the one she wanted.

April 13
She tripped and fell, of course; that's what happens when you try to move forward but can't stop looking back.
Mar 30
His eyebrows were two caterpillars kissing on the rough hewn tree bark of his face
She'd never thought of eyebrows as nefarious until she met him. 

pajama time

mirror images perfectly content
at opposite ends of a couch
rectangle bisected into triangles
by my tapered thighs to calves to toes
aligned along the back
to match yours along the front
and we face each other silently
as we read in symmetry
in our own worlds together

MadVerse Prompt:old stories / new ink / time's dusty memories

old stories rewritten in new ink
the wheel of time's dusty memories
resurrects with every spin
replaying the same tales
again and again and again

instapoem: the walk 2

lament

Haiku

his apologies
were the same as his love songs
all just empty words

MadVerse: abandoned dreams, whisper of night, softly tread, searching for

the frail, ancient woman walks
through the whisper of night
her velvet shoes softly tread
on the dewy grass between
the infinite rows of gravestones
all abandoned dreams
that starved to death
she is searching for her own
finds them grouped
under a willow tree
weeping

MadVerse: bold canvas, emblazoned, tapestry of stars, a kind of magic

A kind of magic in your eyes;
a tapestry of stars emblazoned
upon the bold canvas
of your irises.
I,
inferior astrologer that I am,
search their stellar scope
for clues to my destiny
as I lean in
for a kiss.

instapoem: storm cloud city

MadVerse Prompt: contemplation, ebb and flow, a wild beauty, calling across

contemplation disrupted, calm corrupted
lost in the howling cackles of wind
in the heart beat boom of wave on shore
the ebb and flow of my solemnity
storm swelled exponentially
yet a wild beauty thunders 
calling across sea to the tempest
modeled miniature facsimile
inside of me