Tag: Micro Poetry
A Vow, Maintained
She told her father But he couldn’t disannul. Head hung, she went on.
In a rush please move I had somewhere to be but Now there’s no point left
spinning side effects dizzy, ditzy, heartbeat too petals in a pile
No drink for me, thanks. Oh, why? Just need a break’s all. Deep breath. That’s better.
Don’t Pick a Fight
Because I’d rather Fight a different fight now One where we both win
Moments Too Slow
Still trust God’s timing. Towel around her she slept. Tomorrow-day waits.
What’s the Plan?
Pen, pencil, whiteout, IHOP booth, endless coffee, Plans that need making.