Sharpest Tool

I once spent my sharpest tool

on poetry.

Had since sworn off being a fool.

But love when you flew in,

the disdained muse I'd jeopardised

returned -

my sharpest tool craves exercise.

Now if I could just forsee -
Whether you'll become a poem too,
grown to embarass me?


50 word story (or poem?)

Rotten

I'd let good, kind people die for rotten little you

10 word story. That comma is the akward everything about this I think. 

k e r o s e n e

I smell kerosene my dear,
Have you been burning bridges?
Have you been digging ditches
yanking hatchets, pulling rank?
You've got scratches, burns and stitches
but  no enemies to thank
for all these riches.
Because bitcheen -
you've quite outbitched the bitches
And it's your once-friends
upon the other bank.

artwork and 50 word poem copyright Lisa Falzon

Belling The Cat

Ding-Ding!
I've put a bell on you, you silly thing.

My ears prick,
eyes on the door
as you creep up the corridor.

Now I know to duck,
feign sleep -
so when you come to fuck things up with toothy lies -
you'll find me in disguise
and hidden deep


50-word poem by Lisa Falzon

Another Sea

Here's another stubborn sea
whose pull can sweep my legs from under me -
Waves that steal me from the beach
to drop me where my toes can't reach.

But being  kinder, older, fairer, bolder,
this ocean spares her coldest shoulder.
And lets her current
take me
where you aren't.



One for Valentine's day, folks...

50-word-poem and art Lisa Falzon 2012

Doppler Effect

Your trajectory displays  habitual signs -
So dear I've come to know your spectral lines.

I've learnt you move towards me when you're blue -
with voice so sweet it barely seems like you.

But then you quicken red and angry are
and shoot past me, so deeply-voiced, my star.



 50 word poem Doppler Effect

Fossil

It's transparently crystal clear -
You razed the early world my dear.
When earth belonged to lizard kings,
You crashed demolishing all things.


'Who grassed,
Who was your spy?'
you ask in fear, you gasp -
'Who spilled the secret of my past?

and I reply -
It was a little insect dear,
trapped in the amber of your eye.



breakin the mould somewhat... with ten more words than usual, i.e, here's a 60-word poem.
Art and writing own work. :)

In Truth

In truth, you drew too hard. And your arrow glanced past, went on. Igniting forests, tunnelling mountains, razing cities. Splitting hairs. One year later and it's circled the world. It closes in on the place it first began. Drop your bow, raise your arm. Don't look back, don't look ahead. Just look at me. And for fuck's sake, catch it.


50-word story by Lisa Falzon

Selkie

 I caught the scent of fish and realised she'd managed to find her coat. So imagine my shock when I found her not gone but sitting in the armchair, staring ahead, stroking the coat in her lap.
I just wanted you to know, she whispered, That I would've stayed anyway.






50-word story by Lisa Falzon

A thousand whirling dervishes

Last night my wandering hand had chance to linger
on the thin skin that connects your thumb and forefinger.

And this small touch
moved me so much,
that in the temples of my heart, where I'd kept the incense burning,
a thousand whirling dervishes cocked their heads and began turning.


50-word poem by Lisa Falzon
image source found on the CC on FLICKR, original here