6 Nine Word Poems

“Cloudless,
Light beams don’t catch
At this tidal hour.”

“Amorphous pieces
Like theatre curtains
Peeling away,
Atlantic swaying.”

“Swelled and folded
Quivered ripples,
Before settling motionlessly
Reflective.”

“Hands under
Microscopes,
Paths back to each other
Hypothesized.”

“Boxed attic telescopes
Silver atoms,
Stars and spider webs.”

“Cold turns balmy
Winter runs
Summer bounds,
System glitch.”

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