Poetry | a little bird tweets

Aug 09 2022

Near to You

I’m getting sentimental over you under Paris skies under this blanket of blue where the blossom falls upon the sun valley moon

I’m gonna paper my walls with your love letters with my eyes bright open while the autumn leaves twist like butterflies over cherry wine singing to Sinatra

Tagged Fiction, Flash fiction, Poetry, poetryflash, Short Story

Mar 16 2022

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Poetry

The force of four walls,
Magnolia strength,
Cream deliciousness,
You push the temples of your head
with firm fingertips,
Pushing, bending
your beaten head,
to an alternative end.
To free you from your to-do,
Just for a split second.

Tagged abandon, Alone, Author, Brain, Conflicts, Creative Writing, Depression, Escape, Fiction, Flash, Flash fiction, Free-style writing, Free-verse, Free-write, Head, Humanity, Lyrics, Magnolia, Mind, Mystery, Poem, Poems, Poetic prose, Poetry, Psychological-horror, Psychological-thriller, Sadness, Skull, Verse, Writer

Jan 22 2022

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Poetry

Through my Lens

No matter which way the wind blows,

or how the snow lands on your lashes,

inside your stormy winter roads,

out here in the dust and frozen clay,

you are hell-bent on survival,

because the camera loves you.

Tagged Creative Writing, Flash fiction, Free-style writing, Poem, Poetry, Short Story, Writing

Jan 02 2021

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Poem, Poetry

The Carver

Wishing you all a Happy 2021!

I haven’t written in a very long time, but one of my new year goals is to do writing to a set time limit and post regularly. This is a free-style poem that I wrote today (in 15 minutes).

In racy Regency,
in desert burrows,
in city streets,
impressions, expressions, curtailed like,
paper confetti,
against a misty moon,
in racy Regency.
In concrete tunnels,
on wooden seats,
impressions, expressions,
curtailed like,
wooden puppets,
with taped up mouths,
somersaulting,
to fabled tales.

Tagged Creative Writing, Flash fiction, Free-verse, Free-write, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Timed Writing, Verse

Jul 10 2015

52 Comments

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Wildfire

If you were stood here watching my eyes, you would see a reflection of what I see before me,

Of smoking clouds punching at the forever seas, crashing waves to starry heights.

You see, there is an alluding mystery that pins me to this place,

Like a song playing on loop,
Tangled hair buffering in the breeze.
There is certainty in memories repeated.

If you were here, you’d hear me humming your biker name,
Stood in clad leather, a girl in the gang, your girl called,

Wildfire.

You would tune into the fine red threads that pass over my eyeballs like road maps.

And I know that you’d know, that they are red thread highways, carved away over time,

by my desert love.

@alittlebirdtweets2015

Tagged Beach, Biker, Creative Writing, Desert, Eyes, Fiction, Free-verse, Maps, Memories, Poem, Poetry, Reflections, Song, Up to 130 Words, Verse, Waves, Wildfire, Writing

Jan 28 2015

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Augusta

Sandy hair coiled coral, combing the marine; a tangled frenzy.

Barren breath like glitzy moth wings, quivering a thousand beats.

Red-raw meat humours a famished mouth,

Gone astray, hailed in the wild.

Tagged 32 Words, Augusta, Coral, Creative Writing, Feral, Fiction, Marine, Meat, Moth, Mouth, Poem, Poetry, Sea, Wild

Jan 25 2015

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Hush

Words strangle my throat; I try

Three thousand ways to

Come crawling to your bare feet

Tagged 16 Words, Creative Writing, Feet, Haiku, Hush, Obsession, Poem, Strangle, Thousand, Throat, Words

Oct 11 2014

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Ralf

I take a turn, my feet pace

To a double beat

Down dreary street

I’m clipped of all good fortune

My lip is blue, broken

From the devil’s punch

Blood-winced, I wail,

Like a big-mouthed lion with a repressed paw

I take a turn, my head raw

Up to my latched room

Where I subsist

In pallor

Tagged Beat, Blood, Devil, Feet, Flash fiction, Fortune, Head, Lion, Lip, Pallor, Paw, Poem, Poetic prose, Poetry, Prose, Punch, Ralf, Room, Sin, Sinner, Street

Sep 28 2014

8 Comments

Poetry

Sunrise

A mind, a whirlpool, a sky;

Amid wild orchards,

Apple cider, sweet rapture

Tagged Apple, Cider, Intoxication, Mind, Orchard, Rapture, Sky, Sunrise, Sweet, Whirlpool

Sep 05 2014

6 Comments

Poetry

5am

A mirage of a spider scales your bare back,

Peroxide bursts your plastic skin,

You cling inside a curtain, among wet tiles;

Where lime mould bleeds from bruised grout.

Mould fed the flies, now stuck in time; immobile on the ceiling from summer’s decline.

Crimson water spirals,

Drags your feet into the plug of black oblivion,

You scream to be free,

Scream not to repeat,

Repeat not; until your feet are safely entwined upon the seashell towelling bathmat.

Your mind dissipates like a phantom, like condensation,

Exhaled on a broken mirror,

You wipe your breath clear, you mutter vaguely,

Did I lock the door?

Tagged 5am, Crimson, Door, Feet, Flies, Free Association, Grout, Mind, Mirror, Mould, Mutter, Peroxide, Poem, Poetry, Scream, Skin, Spider, summer, Water

Sep 01 2014

9 Comments

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Daydream

Street lamps reflect in puddles

September sadness –

Alone in a street cafe

Tagged Cafe, Evening, Haiku, Night, Poem, Poetry, Puddle, Rain, Sadness, September

Aug 14 2014

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Poetry

Untamed

Glistening lips kissing raw,

Beneath pale moonbeam,

Inclement hearts squander love

Tagged Glisten, Haiku, Heart, Kiss, lips, Love, Moonbeam, Poem, Raw, Untamed, Wild, youth

Jul 20 2014

4 Comments

Poetry

Burning Violin

Gypsy teeth gripped black roses

Dancing to Cohen;

Goodbye soaked our blue raincoats

Tagged Blue, Blue Raincoat, Burning, Cohen, Creative Writing, Dance, Goodbye, Gypsy, Haiku, Leonard Cohen, Love, Poem, Poetic prose, Poetry, Raincoat, rose, Teeth, Violin

Jul 09 2014

Chiltern Blues

Black dirt, skin cells, plug his nose

The carriage rocks, jolts –

Mornings’ wide yawn tastes bitter

Tagged Commuting, Dirt, Dust, Haiku, Morning, Nose, Poem, Poetry, Skin, Travel, Yawn

Jun 02 2014

2 Comments

Poetry

Apocalypse

Crusty desert skies, behold!

Earth is fading now –

Human hands clamp helplessly

Tagged Apocalypse, Desert, die, Earth, End of the World, Fade, Haiku, Hands, Humanity, Judgment Day, Poem, Poetry, Sky

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