Poem 7 for Hour Seven s/c/r/i/b/b/l/e/s of/ hie ro gly phics totems of thoughts in labyrinth find me everywhere in between periods commas & ampersands c.o.n.n.e.c.t.i.n.g heart to hearts (c) ceri naz visual poem/ maze of poets and poetry

Dawn brings fractured fragments: a murder of ebony crows scattered across a wire, inky feathered music notes – treble clef, octave, breve. That incessant sun, he’s a lemon -orange scorched ping-pong ball plopping up where he doesn’t belong. A stone-washed sky breathes her secrets to…

The Milktray Man. A silent assassin melds with neon, Blends with the lightness of lamp, And pooling shadows. Come to take a heart away. But it can’t cut Through winter, Nor splinter a heart that’s quiet, now After life’s storming. In this loneliness Even a…

You died while out with new friends from work, did they leave you on the floor? Were you thinking, suffering, listening? Were you happy, blissfully unaware of the fuss? You laying there, like Gulliver. Did you feel tiny men rushing around, feel them staking pieces…

Sun-kissed flowers, yellow and dainty, fragile stand beneath a blue blanket of a sky dotted with pillows of clouds, soft and puffy The day reaches out to me Asking me to come out And enjoy its company A doorway gapes open within A black hole,…

Visions of Color Magnificent orbs bob up and down Splashes of vibrant hues Scarlet Ivory Lavender Ebony Tangerine Held aloft with delicate silver ribbons In one swift move Children release the strings Filling the sky with color Sending their wishes to Heaven

Boogeyman Don’t look back, don’t turn around do you really want to be found? Check the cell, no damn reception did you think you’d be the exception? Trying to flee and the car doesn’t start it seems that none of you are very smart Girls…

Even If I Have To I’ll take your abyss and even if I have to walk on a tightrope the seemingly mundane lights up all of this I sink deep into your soul I don’t even need air no struggling to get away where you…

Fingernails with my grit underneathe, I wield my diry nails of fortitude; I destroy the humid heat with my water tank, My back hoe, and an ice cube down my shirt. I dig the black earth into deeper night, Filter in the manure and mulch….