Category: Poetry

  • MicroPoem 21

    MicroPoem 21

    Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash Has a scientist ever said to another, I wonder, “We must experiment endlessly, of course, as time allows.”

  • MircoPoem 20

    MircoPoem 20

    Photo by Juliana on Unsplash Brick-faced walls; I would have stalled To view their dispositions

  • MicroPoem 19

    MicroPoem 19

    58 steps on the Little Rock side The number of locks? Who has the time? I count steps; how ’bout you Going up and down, also through Keep up with me on the Junction “Lock” Bridge On the other side there’s fifty-six But identify the markings etched Whether in the locks or bridge

  • MicroPoem 18

    MicroPoem 18

    Photo by Brandon Johnson on Unsplash One, the other and another Move about; bustle in and out Old shops and a coffee café Or old cafes and a coffee shop were they?

  • MicroPoem 17

    MicroPoem 17

    Photo by Scott May on Unsplash We’re walking the Broadway trail Stop long enough to quiver Vibrations within the rail As sun shines off the river

  • MicroPoem 16

    MicroPoem 16

    Photo by Mick Haupt on Unsplash I sit here, drive there, then wander I next ride the bridge trolley over

  • MicroPoem 15

    MicroPoem 15

    Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash Notes in the sky Made me wish that I Had stopped longer That day, to ponder

  • MicroPoem 14

    MicroPoem 14

    Photo by Jan Antonin Kolar on Unsplash She sighed heavily while chunking the cube into the other room However, it hit the wall to the right and shattered into pieces, all Because the dog brought the ice to her as though it were her toy

  • MicroPoem 13

    MicroPoem 13

    Photo by Amin Moshrefi on Unsplash Hurt, he mused, “Maybe I don’t have the relationship I thought with my daughter” Then again, maybe she is just becoming a preteen earlier then expected

  • Insufferable

    Insufferable

    Photo by Artem Gavrysh on Unsplash There once was a prude Who would hardly approve Of folks like me or you; shrewd She’s quite like us all when nude A scared little girl in the world; blue This uptight, pretentious prude of a prude

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