The Undead, One-Person Poet Society: Petite and Incomplete


Here is the next instalment of my poetry series. It is series of very short poems and thoughts entitled 'Petite and Incomplete' Enjoy! I have a picture format, which I prefer you to read because I do put font and layout into heavy consideration when I write poetry; however, for search engine optimization purposes, as well as for those with bad eyesight. I've copied and pasted the poetry directly into the text of this post below. Let me know what you think!

// Un //
// Deux //
// Trois //
// Quatre //

// Cinq //

// Six //

// Sept //

// Huit //

// Neuf //

Here is the Petite and Incomplete series in a text format as well:


// Un //


Dark skies,
And moody winds,
That howl and echo through the valley.
These are the landscapes of my heart.

// Deux //

Keep your wishes to yourself,
And change them often.

// Trois //

I build fantasies, like I build sandcastles,
In the tropics, with no pressing sense of time.

// Quatre //

Ages ago I fell through a crack,
And it took me many years to climb to the top again.
Upon arrival I realized I left my right shoe down below.
So I willingly dove back in.
I spent a little longer in the crack than I presumed I would.
It was easy to get lost in that chasm.
By the time I was back to the surface again,
The crack was no longer visible,
For the vein had turned into a vessel.

// Cinq //

I wish you would not.

// Six //

Soft lips
Are like coming home,
Falling into bed,
And someone has warmed up the blanket for you.

// Sept //

I do not care
About black or white,
Orange or green,
Red or blue,
But I really care about yellow.

// Huit //

I cannot tell if I am on the verge of something wonderful or devastating. The edges always seem the same to me.

// Neuf //

Do you know the shape of my baby toe, as well as you do my heart?

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