I’m disquiet in the realisation of the futility of teaching the youth, younger each year, they’re imprinted with antiquated ideas of the past, growing evermore ancient and defunct.
Micro Poetry
Frownies
Same thing today,
as leaves grow in May,
In light I
reflect
pain,
still I love you.
I know at times I take on your faults. I believe. I change. I see you don’t.
I sip your poison. It doesn’t kill me, not yet.
MicroPoems Ep. 3
11.
Making the strings sing
relieves me of all pain.
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12.
In bed, and again
my mind spills,
leaving
only thoughts of you.
***
13.
Time ticks
away, the seconds pass
you’re drawn ever closer.
Friday.
***
14.
Each time you come in,
you destroy all there before.
***
15.
Staccato messages swapped,
a nod to our natural tide
retreating from a false-love’s lust.
MicroPoems Ep. 1
1.
Blushing rose
we exchanged tender gazes,
our eyes
reflecting a young amour
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2.
I write this month’s ultimate poems,
swinging in ecstatic melancholy;
as I recall this month
where my pen became keys
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3.
J.C. FitzDerick 