Spring poem
silent learnings
precious stones
a n d
wondrous
r e m e d i e s
The sound of sobriety
and the smell
of
t i m e l e s s
deaths
Insinuations
fake propriety
full-on minimalism
u n m a d e
b e d
spring remedies
Author: lannazee96
M a r i o n e tt e s
Wooden eyes and long, lean legs a uniquely sophisticated sense of humour (his words) He moved around / all fabled theatrics / while she watched his orchestrating moves from afar * Wooden skin and fast beat steps a uniquely sophisticated sense of humour (she couldn't tell) He made his speech / all fabled theatrics / and they all vowed— - blind - deaf - wordless - m a r i o n e tt e s
white noise
sorry i haven’t been here
for
m o n t h s
w e e k s
d a y s
sorry i had gone
all s i l e n t
*
did i not have
any verses to w r i t e
any s t o r i e s to tell ?
i was in the process
of l i v i n g
them
blocking this
w h i t e n o i s e
inside my head
**
did i not have
any verses to w r i t e
any s t o r i e s to tell ?
/ o killing silence! /
sorry i haven’t been here
for
m o n t h s
w e e k s
d a y s
*
fuzzy verse
Sleepy days and blooming nights — f i e l d s drying out of fine c o f f e e A nice, slow sip, tasting some fancy b e a n s — a fragrant future drawn on my bitter e s p r e s s o I stole a puff blowing some faint s m o k e verse — but your tired eyes wouldn’t read f u z z y letters S l o w words, fake rain, dripping on h o p e f u l grass — some shattered glass Spilling red ink onto w e t p a g e On sleepy days, I write a faint smoke v e r s e — Our fragrant future d r a w n on a bitter espresso
orchid spaces
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Lucid—
All those rhymes
of yore
Such widowed thoughts
Our lonely oasis//
/Moon passages
And wicked faces
Bespoke suits,
Poetic races
Discerning fables and
Fizzy odes/
//We both felt dizzy with verses
Electrified!
Living in orchid
Spaces
Such widowed thoughts
One homely oasis
Lucid—
All the rhymes
Of yore//
The Departed
He felt like sneezing;
laughing to himself;
or remaining silent
Helplessly searching
for drowsy stories
to put into words
"Finish that page!"
the choir
- w h i l e
h e h u m m e d
a h o p e f u l
t u n e -
kept chanting
And then,
just like that,
he departed
Thankful for the life
he’d lived
loved
l
e
f
t
tiptoe
I tiptoe around
this, my
d r e a m
garden
as you undress
my thoughts
with d e f t
hands
a bright
blue M o o n
just won’t stop
shining
even as
the t i m e
comes to
w a k e u p
lazy sounds
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
these wrinkled thoughts—
they need
some ironing
I outstretch my arms,
I yawn, I smile—
safe in the knowledge
that I am not
immortal
/Loathing
this endless
loop of
lazy sounds/
*
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
those wrinkled thoughts—
they crave
some irony
A spider web
some deep, brown eyes—
a saturnine reflection
in my morning
coffee
/Loathing
this endless
loop of
lazy sounds/
*
A yellow rose
a bright red Moon
those wrinkled thoughts—
they need
some ironing
Where did She go?
I sensed her, near—
yet now she's
nowhere around
to be seen
/O Muse, come back,
bearing harmonious gifts—
effacing this senseless
loop of lazy
s o u n d s/
liminal spaces
/ forgetful
regretful
a mindful path of
multi-storied
v e r s e s /
searching
for liminal
s p a c e s
observing
those pondering
f a c e s
*
. . . o p p o n e n t s
aware
contenders—
beware
of those doubtful
intentions
unspoken
d i s s e n t i o n s . . .
sketched
on damp paper—
and never
aired
*
/ forgetful
regretful
a mindful path of
multi-storied
v e r s e s /
searching
for liminal
s p a c e s
fierce like
assonant
traces
you can
now
view—
though
I n e v e r
b a r e d
allure
allure, allure,
a silent sulk
a smile,
a doubt
~ A change
of r o u t e ~
a fear of drought,
these crispy beds.
the linens—blue
~ The eternal
s h a d e s ~
with open eyes
these thought parades—
I sense them all
~ The storm
p e r v a d e s ~
it rains and rains,
and soaks the truth—
all magic rites
~ A silent
s u l k ~
allure, allure
this hidden truth.
a smile,
some doubt,
~ This endless
s h o u t ~
the sweaty words,
these crispy beds.
the sirens—blue
~ The calmness
f a d e s ~
with open eyes
those thought parades—
I sense them all
~ T h e s t o r m
p e r v a d e s ~
LannaZee 