Author Archives: Room7

I cut off my hair To spite your name Listened to the same song That we danced to Before you were gone #micropoetry  

We are puppets Our strings knotted And lost Our heads jerk As we dance Weave our way back Limbs tangled We unravel #micropoetry

I have burrowed the secret So deep inside That even I Have forgotten what It was #micropoetry

A captured day Photographs of a summer barbecue You Laughter and lighted eyes A youth you can’t take #micropoetry

You return to confusion Your skin tightened Furnace hot Ready to pop Wounded when touched #micropoetry

So he bled you dry Not worth a try Yet you still will cry #micropoetry

Is beginning now An end to the beginning And the beginning of our end It only just began And now it’s ended #micropoetry

Flea bitten greys walking tall in sun drenched pastures filled with knee high grasses #micropoetry

She counts the ways That she loves you On fingers and toes From first to last She is complete Relentless All consuming Passion of youth Wisdom and strength From old age She is yours Your lover Your companion All yours … Continue reading →

Tonight You drink white Instead of red It’s what he said That matters the most