Punctuated Poetry

I’ve had it with Twitter! I have written so many lil poems, followed other poets, and retweeted their poetry. But barely anyone pays attention to my work… my poor poems are so unloved. So I’m going to post them here (the good ones) and punctuate them. On Twitter, I often don’t put commas and such to save characters. Here are the ones from 2020. Oh, and I’m titling them!

Dance
In this moment,
With the silver magic
Of a slivered moon,
It all seems possible,
Just a breath away.
On the verge between
A kiss and a promise is
The point of no return.
But the music starts,
And I remember
I can’t do this dance
All over again.
[Edited. This one got a lil love because it was pinned to my profile.]

Sickness
Holding the night
In a sticky grip,
This sickness
Brought a kind of magic—
Fevered and frantic,
Filled with stars,
Burning through the dark.
It faded like a dream,
Slipping away at dawn
In someone else’s car.
[Edited.]

Honey
Golden, sun-buzzed nectar,
Drips sticky sweetness
Down my greedy fingers.
I savor the ancient taste
Of blooms and stingers;
Sharp joy hits my throat.
I can almost hear the wings,
Singing through clover.
I read a jar lasts forever.
[Edited.]

Abacus
Love sounds like a broken abacus,
Beads scattering across the floor.
We don’t count texts
Or endearments
Or who did what first,
When all we want is more.
Love sounds like time unspooling
From a reel of promises,
Until there’s only you & me,
& no one keeping score.
[Edited.]

Surrender
Tears like ropes of pearls
Gleamed softly on her skin,
So radiant in the velvet night.
Star-struck, moon-thrilled,
She had come to love and die.
With desires bound to a ghost,
This kiss would be her last;
Helplessly she surrendered
To a better past.
[Edited.]

Intoxication
Moon issued an invitation:
High tides and silver nights,
A play of light,
On warm summer sand.
Palm trees dance within
A skim of shadows;
Twirling tomorrows
Slip through the veil.
I breathe & exhale
Memory’s intoxication.
[Edited.]

Serenade
The music of us
Serenades all my dreams.
I wake in the echoes
Of love’s waning symphony
And begin chasing shadows
With quicksilver wings.
The melody fades
When the mourning dove sings.
[Edited.]

Dark
Desire,
Spinning out of nothing,
Reveals a universe
Of complexities.
Each moment spent
Is born to be
A marvel of infinity,
Until time contracts,
Swallowing up the stars.
The heart goes dark,
As it was in the beginning.
[Edited.]

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