Asphalt dreams, sticky oil thoughts clinging to sunbeam actions, stain with night pitch light tasks. Did you connect with this poem? You might enjoy reading "Dream Dawn".
Glimmer: Oiling the Day Burn
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Glimmer: Follow, Report, Delete
We the gods forsake ourselves, our characters reduced to song calling hunters. We the birds tweet harms and hopes, growing worms on our branches. We humans debate ourselves, forgetting to grow together, eating words. Poem first shared in a public forum.
Glimmer: Motivation
"Motivation" It is a race With no one else I hate my pace I’m too slow I must go FASTER I push, my mind It realizes I can’t be kind My body Will comply “Yes, master” There is the line I see my goal I’m almost there Can’t quit now Shoulders low GO FASTER This… Continue reading Glimmer: Motivation
Glimmer: Within the Trio
"Within the Trio" by A.L. In the tense silence, a tremor passes from each soldier to the next. “Engage!” Discordant mayhem engulfs the cry. Within the swarm, sight conquers, deciphering enemy from ally. Two allies swirl around the advancing center that is me. Focusing past them, I track then disarm fragments of the enemy. In… Continue reading Glimmer: Within the Trio
Three Line Poetry “in the Shower”
A paying publisher accepted one of my poems! This is a first for me. Prolific Press published the piece under my byline of A.M. Lynn. The sale was for non-exclusive publication rights, so I may directly share my poem: These three lines and the work of about fifty other writers are available in Three Line Poetry… Continue reading Three Line Poetry “in the Shower”
Glimmer: Promise and Practicality
It's my birthday week! My present to myself is this post. Do you want to share what you've read lately that you enjoyed? "Promise and Practicality" by A.L. pink roses with dew blossoming from green foliage eaten by a goat Modified from a haiku posted in “How Not to be Funny”.
Glimmer: Dream Dawn
"Dream Dawn" by A.L. Thoughts flitter past: translucent butterflies void of color and pattern. I am rock, not the powerful creature full of energy that directs body and mind. Both rest, waiting. At dawn, light creeps into mind’s crevices, returning life to stone flesh. Originally posted as "Predawn Pallor" (2009).
