a
temper
can only
mask so much
heartbreak
. . .
Category: poems
50 word stories: Supernovas
There’s nothing real or unreal in these words you’re reading. Nothing overly dramatical, I think the universe itself is drama enough. Supernovas, you know? I thought to write something and yet with nothing to say I can only offer you this small reconciliation: this paragraph is only fifty short words.
Thought I’d try my hand at the 50 word story today, although Richard does them better. If you guys have ever written one please leave a link to it in the comments so I can read! Or alternatively, write one, and then leave a link to it. 😉
Thanks for reading xo
hiking haiku
naked toes trace
mountain’s unique veining
natural romance
gently
you
could have
let us go
gently
you chose
to burn us
to the
ground
each breath
each breath
each heartbeat lost
in the universe
dawn to dusk
Dawn didn’t bring her tranquility
anymore. Days passed by like skipped pages,
and nights brought perilous denouements. She
tucked in with her screams caught in her throat like
a preparatory battle cry, and she woke with an excess of
freshly spilt tears, an aching body, and a heavier heart.
Triumphant.
Thanks for reading xo
~Heather Anne
here
here
is where
men hold their breath
and let their voices
sound in roars
over the
mind’s
eye.
I snapped this photo while hiking yesterday and felt like there was a poem in it somewhere. Short, but sweet… hope you enjoyed.
As always,
thank you for reading.
xo
Hiccup
A single hiccup is like a warning sign,
like a memory being brought up from the
base of the body but not quite making it
to conscious thought.
Something once unpleasantly felt is venturing
up to escape past the tongue, only to be
swallowed accidentally like a piece of gum,
never to be remembered.
how I breathe
I’m not afraid,
go ahead and toss me
in the ocean.
I want you to see
how I can breathe
underwater.
View from the inside
There’s a kind of stark
bewilderment here,
a deer caught in headlights
kind of a vibe.
I wonder if you feel it
like I feel it.
I can sit for hours
waiting impatiently for
the space between thoughts
to collect into a sort of
zen.
That crystal clear sky,
that endless blue
without fail,
becomes thunder.
Every time I close my eyes.
