Moon-insomnia 55

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Tonight’s sky
holds a gibbus moon
shining sideways,
a dry addict’s spoon.
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The waxing moon
hangs a winkless scowl
heavily lidded
as an angry vow,
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Snaps a blink
like a blistering whip
against a slave
of a sleepless ship.
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The road ahead:
blood dried black
as a blind dog’s nose on
an old, cold track.
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This is a Flash Fiction 55 word poem.  If you have one, or a story, post it friday and let G-Man know HERE

Not Better Off Dead

This is not

any love song,

nor any psalm,

for me.

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A 20-something’s rush

to the office store,

replace the paper

to write a score.

A truck turns,

and broad-sides his legs,

rescuers drag him, footless and burning,

not to sing, not to beg.

Not a love song,

nor a psalm

…..of a poet

not better off dead.

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In a still, lone bed

of a rural ICU

a patient with a lung-implant

gasps a poem

I do not know.

The Rag is passed

and the new ear listens.

Is it a better love song

or psalm

sought after

the author's gone?

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From a month spent

in coma from a stroke:

springs one man,

with one wife,

a universe-city of students,

twin boys full of life,

to teach, to talk,

to hug, to walk,

to reach:

only one-armed not,

but for a love song,

and a psalm for all.

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She cuts
on her arm,

not for physical pain,

but release of heart’s balm

on her psychic longing,
 of a new moment dawning,

again…not better off dead.

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Not

that I cannot

live without you,

today.

But knowing

I can

see you

again

tomorrow,

is a love song

and a psalm for

a better-off day.

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( To: Those in Haiti, for the victims, dead or alive)
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No Time

No time to write, so a favorite quote for all of my poetry friends:
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Plato's Phaedrus : "If anyone comes to the gates of poetry and expects to become an adequate poet by acquiring expert knowledge of the subject without the Muses' madness, he will fail, and his self-controlled verses will be eclipsed by the poetry of men who have been driven out of their minds." (245 a)
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fondly
 i digress

160 Sunday Challenge

In and out
again moved
an irresistible urge.
She had to move
with the rhythm,
the breath,
and the motion.
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The kitten
came close
enough to bite
the party blower.
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-The Sunday 160 challenge is to write something in exactly 160 characters, including spaces.
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The place to check out for the rules is Monkey Man