Inspiration Call: Poetry is an act of appreciation. With our increasingly busy schedules, we lose our ability to appreciate. Poets must resist the modern temptation to overlook what holds meaning in our lives. Identify something in your surroundings—a rusted hoe draped in spider webs, an unfashionable dress abandoned by time, a wine cork buried in a drawer of unpaid bills—and write a poem that appreciates these lonely items.
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By Cather for Rye
by Mark Miller © 08/17/2016
Sable of night repeals our
Hidden mirrored abuse
Puzzle pieces draw out
Fancy flights made bliss
Can’t you hear as fear
Drowns the solar rain gray
Shapely holes alone stray
Grasping for future hour riffs
In hybrid blue the blood wrap clause
Selling ink stains historic loss
Under lanterns light we gather
Stoic streets of concrete keep
It’s a myths devise that slip
Our distaste with violent disgust
Sleeping conscious stealth margin
Delivered delights of texts sent
Of playtime children like kindred
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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Mark Miller 12/30/2017
Traveler starlight dusts
Our color emotion departed
Ever within never dissident
Below sordid toss assortment
Blooms circuit substance
Our obsessive privy throws
Living symptom circular gaze
Before myopic oceans deep gray
Grasping worlds structure foray
By shipwrecked days estrange
In homes left untouched the many
For whom history appoints
The fill of sentry tales
Holds purpose tenants void
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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Forsaken beauty
Oh! The beautiful creation
You were a beauty queen
Adorned worshiped and praised
It is you that have had a value, beauty and name
Popularity among proud trade names
You were proud
Well polished
Cleaned and perfumed inside
Never thought of your decaying body
This is life
Many glances you enjoyed ancient times
Gone down to naught
Understand, beauty queen of the past
Weep no more
You are here to teach the lesson of bitter a truth
© Sunil Algama – March 24, 2018
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