#Micropoetry
In
old age
life
proceeds
from
one slice of breakfast
toast
to the next.
*
A
Moonlit Moonless sky,
tailed
Comet.
Traveler
returns:
no
one here to admire the beauty.
*
Encounters
with people's discarded spit,
occurs:
when
you grasp the edge of a Café table
and
stick a finger in gum.
*
My
inherited self,
born
of Father's strong seed
and
Mother's sour milk,
is
torn in their daily fight
for
my malleable soul.
*
I
remember the birth canal,
as
gasping in panic,
I
struggle when a tight fitting
long
necked jumper glues itself to my face:
preventing
my head from emerging.
Just an example of the magnificent small and restricted poetry that a Twitter format puts on poets.
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