Showing posts with label micropoems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label micropoems. Show all posts
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Saturday, June 30, 2018
![[ poem text: like rising for the national anthem i stand at the window breakfast paused in hand as my neighbor backs his Camaro out of his garage ] There's a sense of pride and gratitude that one can feel in such moments.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWraTIZmQPEIxedKC3iUvzSYin1mC4XzIqRI68lvC96zlXrvvnQQxB22BUGUDtEmHFtyEqPF-6h3n1fCR0e-Xyy-sDXCQSiGF4g-YrSiMH06B86h3V5bziKki-Yr7rvTYG-23pQQ_QuJo/s1600/micro-poem-neighbor-camaro--b-iva-by-the-sea.jpeg "Salute - micropoem by iva m (iva by the sea)")
Monday, August 7, 2017
![wingless [poem text] - it wasn't until her windflower form was tangled in the web of his fairy tale and she could not free herself without tearing her wings -- that she realized her heart was not safe in his arms . . . . [ she had hoped he was kind and sweet and good, but he had made her no promises. ]](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeld8WRUQbgmgzRg8a7b4WQcKTE8WScNLj6eBkFphNZ5NQfQ2Z8MIJo8DNfBvKEv_66gtX5ZL2wrerhYCzQYhzKq2jgqS_sgJLmu4mGPJMCBXf9J71cwz933807oHxivUAiG6jaQTt9k/s1600/poem-wingless-iva-by-the-sea.png "wingless - poem by iva m - iva by the sea")
![farewell poem text: [and so / wingless and torn / she weeps as / she sleeps again / in her chrysalis] . . . . . . because she loved him. and that sort of thing never goes away.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZ6Lg1wSSDPcH5_Wx3Pdny-A8zJ0UIynDVgIicAOCR4ipqIcGXMWGlCV4sb5HtJHjXhCzh7yD-WRxXqvlweHDn5kh_jGokiSFkq47nr-7iLWfeaPuQNOXU-AAZP5K8bwy43Z4JmbiGC4/s1600/poem-farewell-iva-by-the-sea.png "farewell - poem by iva m - iva by the sea")
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
hemopheliac
![Poem intro text: [it was only a tiny dagger so small really / a kiss in comparison to the hundreds which had cut him and which he had mocked] Romans 12:14,17 [originally written 7.21.2017]](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-XkoL1jHcnFIBfQceniWdzV9HUBaoyHsk5g0MWcpLVMALKrnNLLC_O7YbGtGTvImQHKLilTHNdUQiRW9SKcigi9qfZ9KgL-S4_KVT56wtF0xNKL7jgoQXQyXg7u18eWtY6kzxnn_KuW8/s1600/poem-hemopheliac-intro-iva-by-the-sea.png "hemopheliac (intro) - poem by iva m - iva by the sea")
Hemopheliacit was only a tiny dagger so small really a kiss in comparison to the hundreds which had cut him and which he had mocked and he had lent it to her not because he loved her which he did but he couldn't hide anything from her grasp her teeth on every toy yet beneath his scars he bled and had been bleeding and continued bleeding and would still yet continue bleeding and when she cut him yet again she could not see that now he allowed himself to feel
— iva m
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