Tag: micro poetry

Night Music

How night changeswith the saxophone’s weep,as notesuntangle themselves—floating in the airlike dandelion seeds.Then, chargedwith bellicose beauty,they meldwith chasing archipelagosfrom nimble fingers,like twirling ribbonsarching through the air.The atmosphere,charged with emotionas the saxophone weeps.

Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.

Four Arcs of Belonging Hope Series of Micro Poetry In the hush Before morning, I hear it— A small hum Threading the silence.Hope speaks In the language of almost, Of maybe, Of not‑yet.I rise Because it whispers. ****I thought hope Was a lantern— Something I carried.But it grew Like a pulse Beneath my ribs, A… Continue reading Poems from my pending book – Four Arcs of Belonging.