(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,
At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me
I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...
“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week
We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.
In this moment, I am tired. Dare to stay exhausted? Tonight - inspired- yet I’m tired, off to bed. Don't sleep, be free.
Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
I wish we were Masters. That way we can inhabit the truth and it would be made strong. Love as the only thing that has meaning. Understanding. The