#lyrics #micropoetry #sunset A bird called out A heart fluttered to it Setting hues of the skies brought me haunting colours of your eyes

Forecast snow offers cool writing opportunities for schools, e.g. describing words for a snowflake, written on fronds of a giant one; fantasy mysteries glimpsed through blizzards, slippery rhymes - gliding/sliding, sledge wedged, spotless white/frostbite...

This begins as it ends An afterthought of will Her wide, wild eyes now look still Past me I notice, a peripheral glance My imagination, I think Creates this romance.

She came from nothing Produced from thin air A magic trick, a lottery, a lightning bolt from where I don't know what this is, I only know it's wrong Incompatibility is the chorus of this song.

Safe enough, this visceral fight Locked up, abandoned Kept from sight I fall asleep; she's there, I see But I know when I wake it's not meant to be.

And of course, I wake wake despite the drams and dreams Or perhaps because of; nothing as it seems I see melting snow, green patches like puddles peek And those large eyes look at me, while her lips my mind does seek

Oh! A fool a fool am I This, a tangled mire of secluded fancy Ideas, and notions, and aspired delusion Found adrift in the shallows of reality

Avoidance the measure of this day, it seems Silence an awful din for a while A peripheral game, blinding in harrowed eternity Perhaps before dark she will smile.

A smile occurred! The air felt clear! Upon thoughtless whispers the tide did rise Hope itself lay content; from her desired lips I met her eyes A laugh, too, brightened her face Briefly, before shadows did once again place Illicit love doomed! Forever will be assumed.

'O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune...' Happy Burns Night everyone 👋🤩😍🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🤩🙌 👀⬇️ See THE image of the Robert Burns at #ScotPortrait - ow.ly/zCrg50kijbk #BurnsNight

It does not end, except it must Fleeting glances to cease, fruitless desire buried with lust Silent space will bridge you from I A desolate vacuum, arid and dry If by chance upon the other our eyes fall We will with polite pretence, smile gentle lies, that's all.

A poisoned dagger has just cut a deep cavern in my soul The hollow void fills with putrid sickness; I'm despairing! I'm lamenting! I'm screaming! Breath sticks like sharp, dirty rubble in my throat SHE'S LEAVING! SHE'S LEAVING! SHE'S LEAVING!

"Let us remember...that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both." — Christian Wiman

Our time is up; this danceless waltz slows A week.. A week! Until this all goes Your eyes will no more drink me in Your lips no more I follow Your funny walk and regardless talk and captivating smile Will be my secret love affair until my final mile.

Her heart thumped, each beat echoed by the storm. Windows rattled & dirt skittered under the jamb. Heaven was a special shade of anger & electricity painted brilliant branches. Rain turned from drops to waves. She gulped, braced, grimaced. Then hail, pulverizing hope. #satsplat

The wind moans in the blanket of dark around me I can not sleep Your eyes keep me awake And our final minute together, yet many from now Appears over every thought Bound by moral compass I can not see this end Except I must, tis nothing other I don't want to love you but I do

I move in the realm meant for me Here in this grey, smoky light I walk Among the people meant for me Whom I do love It doesn't mean she's gone, neither vanished nor forgot She exists out there somewhere Under those same bleak clouds She walks.