Thursday, January 29, 2015

Micropoetry

What is love
They ask
Love is a task, says I
Bereft of joy
Once the moment is past. 

~ Self

Let her live
She deserves
A river In her cup

~ Self

The gravity fills the heart
Like sandbags
on battlefield
Wondering what it is
That's trying to hide
And what's dying
an untimely death, me.

~ Self


Monosyllabic
shards of judgment
and injustice
sipped and swallowed
to ebb a life.

~ @NoSylviaPlath

Gingerly,
I held my life
From the pit of my stomach
To hold and to nurture
The throbbing pulsating
Grieving mass of horrors
I bore for many lifetimes
Of faults unknown.

-          @NoSylviaPlath