Weft
Weft
.five original
micropoems
by @d-pend
.
photos by
CitizenFresh
— Weft —
The hypothetical unanswered
were enough to satisfy the metaphysician—
crumbling into rivulets of flame,
livid with nameless glory.
Wordless whirring
The static of a silence so profound, it unpuzzles progenies.
Molten with quandration;
feels its way into the beatless core—
there to sit in its nothingness imploded.
Lone triage
my cricket-heart sings stories:
muted
by the doubtful night.
Consume me
A hearty stem
produces a sickly bloom.
So soon,
summer;
my tearful mirage.
Trivial
and waiting
for the wind to answer.
Poetry
by @d-pend
.
Photos
by CitizenFresh
first image: "K i r k j u f e l l midnight/outflow/"
second image: "Water Impressions - Dettifoss Waterfall"
third image: "D e t t i f o s s"
My favorite:
Alive, insistent,
my cricket-heart sings stories:
muted
by the doubtful night.
"Trivial" & "Hypothetical" are beauties, too, and seem like they can be combined into one...
Y'know, Dan, I just wrote a micropoem, just a few hours ago. Here it is, below:
Your love was never
one or the other—
It was bull, bullfighter
and bloody cape,
all twisting in the wind.
Dear @d-pend sir!
Everybody is making warp to get stability in life. Someone is living up to the criterion of life's logic, then someone has got entangled in making his own talent. Life is simple in itself, we people make it complicated.
Those who came to compromise with life have not won any better life than us.
There are very positive messages in your poems. In the bus they need to feel and apply them in life. Waterfalls teach us that it is not our job to always stay on the floor, keep walking.
Your creativity takes me along to different forms of poetry. I like micropoems. Very approachable for those of us that haven't read a lot of poetry. Of this group I like Consume Me.
Friend d-pend, we are ecstatic before so much beauty that nature offers us. Our eyes are the switch that ignites a complexity in our brain. In addition to our ears that appreciate silence. Only an echo in the distance of the crickets are our songs. And the oxygenated wind caresses our skin.
Thanks for sharing,
These micropoems don't follow any exact rules but follow the flow of nature. I like the feel. It's kind of like taking a pad of paper with me on a hike and writing downs truths that come to the heart. We might consider this a proverb. They all read beautifully together ^^
Hi sir @d-pend i dedicate this photography specially only for you,please see it i think you will be happy.
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@d-pend,
Reflection
Reflecting upon a nothingness,
Though tend I towards the somethingness,
Yet ponder away ... I'll nonetheless,
For Daniel will not, I second guess.
Upon Further Reflection
I think that this guy smokes tabacky,
The kind that makes you all wacky,
For meaning explodes as nothing implodes,
Like beige when born from it khaki.
Quill :-)
Small yet powerful! In Hindi we call it 'gagar mein sagar bharna' meaning to pour the ocean in a pitcher.
Last one prompted me to write poem. Btw, micropoetry is dense enough to be endless.