Micro-Poetry: Deny


In this micro-poetry, “Deny.”

There is too much pain, I want to see more than a loss. I am that brighter flower that reaches for a blue sky of hope. But, my heart feels heavy today, after so many losses of mine own, the pain of the tragedies over the dreadful hurricanes, and now the shootings in Las Vegas. It almost too much for me. I am in tears. I have a funeral to go to on Sunday, I have to step back and inhale, a moments peace of solace. Leaving you with a micro-poetry and digital art piece.

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I won’t deny myself to feel the ache of it all, the tears behind eyelids, it heals me to reveal and expose all that I am.

Micro-Poetry: Deny

Each one of us can’t deny we are an intricate piece of a more significant entity, but yet when tragedy happens as it did in Las Vegas, our small pieces become broken.

We can pull together; we are more than hate.
We hold the highest power within us; we must vocalize our tears, we must grasp for hope.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Deny|
A micro-poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

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They ask for a story about me, about losing something, about loss, about happiness, about me. In this poetry, I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.

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17 thoughts on “Micro-Poetry: Deny

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  2. And yes I’m crying too, so much sadness, and too much grieving, and the overwhelming emotions pour out of my soul, and Ivor possesses flooding tear ducts at the best of times. And sadly too, I’ve a funeral on Monday…… Not sure whether I’ve sent you this one before, but It’s appropriate for today….
    Tears.
    How many rivers of tears must we cry,
    Before all the deepest wells run dry.

    Cheers Linda, Tomorrow is another day…

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