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Micro-Poetry: Deny

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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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Daily Prompt for You:
Deny

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Urban Daily Haiku: Changes

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In this urban daily haiku, “Changes.”

Water…Rippling at the motion of movement. A quiet beach front and gray skies. Perspective is hung in the clouds. Pause is the granules between toes. The thousand moments of prayers, words laced with wisdom, and hopes break through the clouds of change. Peace is the answering. An urban daily haiku on a perspective of our challenging times.

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Urban Daily Haiku: Changes

look through reflection
a thousand moments of pause
perspective changes

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Changes|
A daily haiku poem

What is a Haiku Poem?  A Japanese poem which can also be known as a Hokku. A Haiku poem is similar to a Tanka but has fewer lines. A Haiku is a type of poetry that can be written on many themes, from love to nature. A Haiku consists of 3 lines and 17 syllables.

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Micro-Poetry: Deep

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A Micro-Poetry, “Deep.”

I always appreciate the depth of the one’s soul. And how we can either diminish (breaks into small pieces) or how we can exceed expectations, all is determined by the depth of our strength and passion we hold inside rib cages.

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Micro-Poetry: Deep

Every time she is at the park,
The trees start to weep,
wishing they weren’t so tall,
cause her love is so deep.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Deep|
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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Daily Prompt for You:
Circle

Free Verse: This Was No Ordinary Church

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 15 Comments

In this free verse poetry, “This Was No Ordinary Church.”

I want to share an experience with you of a Sunday that was quite strange when I was fifteen years old. I will never forget it either. I won’t say anything more…You must read and form your own opinion.

No Ordinary Church

Free Verse Poetry: This Was No Ordinary Church

Adorned with fifteen years, and a canary yellow dress.
My father finally wants to go to church.
Was it to save his soul or more of the curiosity of the choir two blocks down that rose above the hum of main street traffic.

Blue suits and plaid shirts clothed them, but something felt awful here.

I could feel hate. A neo-nazi sign hung above the pulpit.
But it wasn’t just that; it was the cold steel that hung from leather on hips, that scared me.
I tugged on daddy’s sleeve to show him the sign.
All I heard was chatter. My father had a way of ignoring you when he was interested in other suits.

My mother only stared into the eyes of my father, as nothing else existed. We all lined up in a pew, like cattle for slaughter,
at least that’s what I thought.
The suits still marched along the pews with their steel armor.

The hair on my neck continues to stand along
with goosebumps on mine arm.

This church wasn’t an ordinary church.
Why couldn’t my father see this?
Seeing the cross on the wall and the neo-nazi sign above the cross.
The sign gave me the insight to love and hate.
How can a church proclaim the love for GOD, yet despise a black man, when we are created equal in the eyes of GOD?

Granted, it was the first and last time I came here.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| This is No Ordinary Church|
An urban free verse 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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He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

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Daily Prompt for You:
Coincidence

Urban Daily Haiku: Hush

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 16 Comments

In this urban daily haiku, “Hush”

An illusion of a soul burying the pain deep within the wall of the flesh of the heart. Open eyes are unable to see the depth and the emotion that one can carry. Sometimes a  disguise under a smile. Depression lingers in the white flowers holding shadows, and the tears absorbed through the stem.

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Urban Daily Haiku: Hush

only the petals
and silence, know of your tears
moon whispers hush, hush

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Hush|
A daily haiku poem

What is a Haiku Poem?  A Japanese poem which can also be known as a Hokku. A Haiku poem is similar to a Tanka but has fewer lines. A Haiku is a type of poetry that can be written on many themes, from love to nature. A Haiku consists of 3 lines and 17 syllables.

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Ekphrastic Poem: I See the Glass

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An ekphrastic poem, “I See the Glass.”

Look deep into the glass window, on the other side is a story. In this digital art piece, I wanted to show layers, layers of a face, of pain, bitterness, homelessness, of somebody. Hope you enjoy the story behind the piece of art.

I See Glass

Ekphrastic Poem: I See the Glass

Streets have mirrors.
I see the glass.
Long-lashes stare from windows.
Pupils are cold.
She lives hard like pavement.
A conduit, of bitterness and cracks.
A grocery cart compacted—pieces of chapters.

McDonald’s was two blocks down,
I drove the drive-threw,
Twenty dollars bought a piping feast,
I went back.
She still possessed space.
An open parking stall found me.
Quickly, I hopped out.

Cautiously I approached.
Coal eyes stared and blurted: “What you want?”
A peace-offering and a twenty dollar bill.
Grabbing tines swooped, tearing open the
brown “M” bag, she tore at the paper of the offering.
Gobbling hamburger, and tears streaming.

And muttered with a voice stuffed
with food and appreciation; “Thank you!”

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|I See the Glass|
An urban ekphrastic poem

What is Ekphrastic Poem?

Poets.org expresses it like this: Ekphrastic poems are now understood to focus only on works of art—usually paintings, photographs, or statues. And new ekphrastic poems have generally shrugged off antiquity’s obsession with an elaborate description, and instead have tried to interpret, inhabit, confront, and speak to their subjects.

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Glorious

Urban Free Verse: Swallowing Blackness

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 13 Comments

In this urban free verse poetry, “Swallowing Blackness.”

Have you ever walked into a cave like your swallowing darkness, then it goes down and down, endless? I was a fourteen-year-old girl when I first experienced caves, I have gone on a trip with aunt and uncle to Bly, Oregon.

Urban Free Verse Swallowing Blackness

We were checking out some cool caves, but one cave we came to was really unnerving, it went into what seemed the center of the earth. My head started spinning, and my nose bled profusely. I had to go back up to the surface. This urban free verse poetry and digital art piece might offer enlightenment or fear of the unknown.

Urban Free Verse: Swallowing Blackness

Consider the slats, its width, depth between each,
Its numerical calculations, of limits and length.
A passageway is spanning time.
I walk towards swallowing blackness.
A dark hole with howling voices.

Do I need a flickering beacon to guide my path?

Fingers outreach is touching one another.
Releasing floating boats above me.
On both sides…a diversion of thorny scrublands to get lost.

Now I remember “Ichabod Crane and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.”

I was like a freckled fawn daintily taking a new step on slats,
And walking into a dark, dungy abyss.
Timid of darkness, of more darkness and my hoofbeats.
I fear the unknown.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| Swallowing Blackness|
An urban free verse 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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Daily Prompt for You:
Penchant

Little Faces of Harvey

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In this urban free verse, “Little Faces of Harvey.”

A poem to the vulnerable children of whom has suffered an immessurable amount of devastation at the loss of their mothers and fathers at the hands of the hurricane Harvey. My heart goes out to them, a free verse poetry and digital art piece.

Little Faces Behind Harvey

Free Verse Poetry: Little Faces of Harvey

Beyond the flower’s sweet fragrance,
Beyond the petals swaying gingerly in the breeze,
And the green stems, and floating leaves,

Past the stucco walls, splattered with graffiti
Past the blaring music, playing rock and roll
“Born to Be Wild,”
Past the bells on bicycles, with long handle bars.

There on the edge of the corner drug store, you’ll
Find them, in tattered shirts and worn-out blue jeans
Peeking from around the corner,

You can follow their hungry eyes, over fly-buzzing, garbage
pits brimming with past lunches, past the cobblestone streets,

Watch as they eye those 2-people walking from the mini-mart,
Smartly dressed in color adorn with silver and gold, who look nothing like them.

The glaring sun throws their voracity upon small faces.
And this is what hunger looks like.

Maybe they’re searching for the hot day in September, when
loving arms have been stripped from them.

There’s wild scrambling sound
a scrawny, stray cat makes when he tips
over a garbage can searching for its next meal.

Maybe they’re looking back for a way back.
Maybe they want their daddy’s and mommy’s

(But for now) they’ve lost themselves
Behind the stucco walls, and the garbage cans, the endless
Searching from place to place, they’re

What’s left of devastation bitter ending of litter debris,
and thrashed flower petals in streets.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| Little Faces of Harvey |
An urban free verse 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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Daily Prompt for You:
Peculiar

 

 

 

Urban Free Verse: Yellow Breathing Dragon

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In this urban free verse poetry, “Yellow Breathing Dragon.”

A young woman endures hardships of love in a relationship and the yellow breathing dragon who brings a storm of emotion and ruination of the landscape of love. An urban free verse poetry and digital art piece to elevate thoughts and perspective.

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Urban free verse poetry: Yellow Breathing Dragon

I anticipate a storm.
The yellow breathing dragon from afar,
has breathed its massive plumes.
Smoke lingers in the air, suffocating life from lungs.
White speckles-blanket everything.
Even the sun hides, wearing an orange face.
Hearts are heavy.
An echoing emptiness, of existence, now
settles upon broken bones, branches, within scars.
Dull white forces patches of green,
Coating, what once was a crimson red bloom.
Petals are weighted, wilted.
Distant Gray clouds loom, deep pain.
I anticipate a storm coming.
Jagged fingers strike in the distant.
It may last a day or two.
Flowers can feel the change in the stale air.
I, can too.
Trees bend to the left, awaiting its force.
I hope for blue skies and droplets of tears.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Yellow Breathing Dragon|
A free verse 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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Urban Free Verse: Soul Searching

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An Urban Free Verse: Soul Searching

Going for a hike up top a hillside or through a forest. One could find answers in the trees. Leaves floating in the breeze sing of life, nature’s solace offers gifts. I find myself there quite often. I wait for the lyrics in the birds, song of the wind. It’s priceless. It doesn’t cost anything to soul search. An urban free verse poetry and digital art piece offering answers.

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Urban free verse poetry: Soul Searching

Embedded, centrifugal pieces
enthrall me

and I step,
carefully, breathlessly,
around, up and over.

Each further, each closer,
each answer…another question.

Cornerstones set, pulled apart of mind…of heart.

I, hiking further and further…
Atop a mountain recovering parts once lost.
Seeing blue, seeing myself new.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Soul Searching|
A free verse 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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Free Verse: Lingering Emotive

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A free verse poetry, “Lingering Emotive.”

When I am with nature, it’s amazing how certain fragrances or smells bring about memories. Memories of places and things I’ve experienced with people. People that still exist and those who have moved on from life.

Lingering Emotive

I used to go hiking quite a bit when I was younger, it was the stopping in the middle of a trail for a drink of water, or just to make cowboy coffee. Omg! One doesn’t realize what your senses do.

How your senses record every noise, the smell of the aroma of fresh coffee made over flames or the smell of the woods, wildflowers and the dirt under your feet mixed with the dampness of the morning. It was exhilarating to me!

The laughter I would share cracking funny little jokes towards one another, that sweet, lasting kiss on chapped lips parched by the summer’s dry days and now its fall. Simplicity amazing how nature reels it all back like it was yesterday!

Free verse poetry: Lingering Emotive

It was the calm of it, lying there
In a field of wildflowers,
on a hill top and filtering,
through fading memories.
Nature seems to do that to you,
like a sweet unforgettable dream.
Lasting lost, like faces of loved ones,
like a long forgotten love song,
drifting in white clouds, most of all
of how it always brings you back
to reality, back to simplicity,
the clarity of childhood or a girl,
how could a sky so blue be complicated,
wildflowers swaying in a
summer breeze seems to testify
(by their fragrance lingering)
to this emotive.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Lingering Emotive|
A free verse poetry

I felt like a gunslinger in the old west…My words the bullets, and life the holster, and piercing the air with inspiration. – Linda J. Wolff

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Nature’s Speckled Delight|
A free verse 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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