Lark Morrigan

Micropoetry

Sixteen Miles Out, via Unsplash

There is no hurry,
no reason to fall
into the pit of madness.

I see the illusion
and over time,
it melts away.

The candlelight
writes a verse
and the nightingale
sings me a song.

Perhaps they will never
be known or greatly praised,
but are they not
wonderful as they are…

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Micropoetry

Annie Spratt, via Unsplash

I see a poem
in every shade
of blue.

Eyes conceal
oceans, skies,
and worlds unknown.

A song can be
in infinitely
many places at once —
hear the blues
echo in distant galaxies
and desolate hearts.

I reach out
even when silence
is the only reply.

I hold on
even…

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Lark Morrigan

Lark Morrigan

Poet, essayist, sci-fi/fantasy writer, eclectic music junkie, & artist at heart. Lyrical soul. larkmorrigan.com