Quatros
Quatros
(4 Word Poems)

four words
forwards.

wall breaks apart ...
window

otherworldly wind
ghosts murmuring

incense
drapes the room

but
if so ...
how?

hope
drains away

in your voice
a choir of angels

jittery neurons
edgy to connect

handcuffs
beginning and end

owls
sculptured busts

when verse
wasn't free (Makofsky)

molecules bump
enlightenment

little alphabet
a-z

footprints
scar the snow

twilight
flamingo takes flight

10,000 Moons
full love

mermaids approach
at high tide

10,000 doors
in the library

quick winged
second sight

new day
more light

dancing with
broken crutches

THE ENDING
Martial Epigram, book 4 #89
(version by th)

Whoa, that's enough, little book that's plenty
We've come to the colophon now, well nearly.
And you say continue, more poems you're finding?
And you won't be held back even by a stiff binding?
But the readers complain they're feeling queasy.
Even my typewriter has become uneasy.
Whoa, that's enough, little book that's plenty.
Whoa, that's enough, we've come to the ending.

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