Late Summer Micropoetry Collection: Silence, Splinters and other Privileges

Tables/ waiting/ / always crumbs/ never substance


Scales/ tipping the balance/ we dance


In heaps/ or mounds/ she searches// clean socks


Triangular anger/ hexagonal rage/ prisms of madness/ circles of shame


My flip-flops/ clap/ when I walk/ away


Weaving/ light/ amongst the rain drops


Piercing/ my ears/ each word you/ mutter is/ needles


My heart/ fresh bait/ thrown out to/ feel/ the bite


And the birds/ fly silently/ at night// escaping on the whisper/ of wind


Scratching/ jagged letters/ in splintered wood// creating/ love


I am not the first/ living life silently/ that I may/live


Muffling | silence | glass spasms | | words even seem | broken