Sometimes

Sometimes I take off my glasses
and let the world soften,
out of focus and into gentle colors.


I close my eyes and let the
sun and shadow take turns
warming and cooling my face.


I let the shades bleed without edges
or definition until it becomes one.


#micropoetry #poetry

Missing you

MicroMacro World

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Her body tense, tail twitches softly.
Eyes focus. Not one blink.
Bird watching from
this side of the
window is
for the
birds.
#Micropoetry

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Little cat, what do you see?
Birds you don’t catch?
They don’t tempt you
but they do intrigue.
Birdwatcher more than
huntress. Little Po.

I am hosting at dVerse, and for the past two days we have been playing with macro photography, and with micropoetry. I had a hard time choosing from my photos and finding inspiration. Then Po decided to sit next to my computer and bird watch. The light was perfect and she was so still. So here you have a macro of our cat, Po, and micro about her.  

Wind lifting feathers

#micropoetry

book pages on the side

of the road flutter like

the wind lifting the

feathers of a dead bird,

I pass by and mourn both.

~

I pass the river where the

snapping turtle lives and

wonder how she fares

and if she will wander

again come spring in

her larger than life

shell across the road.

~

Who encourages the

encouragers? Cares

for the ones who give

care? Who holds up

those who hold us

up? How can we

say we didn’t know?

~

Birds sit hopeful

on last year’s

bowed sunflower

heads. Soon my

feathered friends.

Soon.

~

It is Open Link Night for dVerse Poets Pub. There are some great poems already going live on blogs from all over. Stop by, read some poetry and leave some love. Share your own, it’s open to all poets! 

Today I am musing about things I saw on my drive yesterday, and the memories certain places bring up. Some are short enough to be #micropoetry and others not quite.