The things I like seem to be doomed:
Harbinger of Failure, it's called.
Everything I've loved and consumed
died in the market, and was culled
from the shelves. Ne'er to be exhumed.

https://xxyxxy.com/blog/0fuYfNeU

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

In paint I attempt to distill,
in a language to me unknown,
a glimpse of the world overthrown.
Speaking in stroke and hue, until
yet unseen forms in advent shone.

https://xxyxxy.com/blog/92dzyPVM

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

Awoken by the full moon light
rudely pushing into the room
I was sure it was morning bright
but it was just after midnight
Sleep lost I left my warm cocoon

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

https://xxyxxy.com/blog/f625L3NT

One day your friends and family
will be but fading memories,
if lucky, not your enemies.
You'll see, somewhat unhappily,
the gains from your hegemonies.

#quintilla #poetry

https://xxyxxy.com/blog/WGymyGC4

the places of our youth are gone
swallowed up by the dust and heat
it wasn't a bang but a yawn
the moment our world was redrawn,
gracelessly, no track to retreat

#quintilla #poetry
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https://xxyxxy.com/blog/wYhHVUA2

if someone speaks with confidence
it could be baring expertise
or masking some incompetence
and so without reconnaissance
regard certainty with unease

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

Bacon was brilliant, but a slob.
Let's just be honest with ourselves,
he mustn't have believed in shelves.
I'm not a neat freak or a snob,
but his studio, it repels.

#quintilla #poetry #FrancisBacon
@poetry

Two in the morning, and awake.
To me there is no sense to make,
it is what it is. So I plop
down in my chair to try to shake
a poem lose. Some groggy slop.

#quintilla #poetry

Writing email to family:
delete, redraft, reread, delete,
and still my thoughts are incomplete.
I just want to write happily,
quickly, with healthy self-conceit.

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

How I will tell you a story
without an enforced narrative?
You bring your collaborative
knowledge garnered a priori,
I'll bring a structure palative.

#quintilla #poetry #abstractArt
@poetry

Gastronintes, I'm not quite sure
what it is, but I'm certain I
have it. See, I just can't demure
to learned folks who aim to cure.
What help are they? I'm gonna die!

#quintilla #poetry #gastronintes
@checkervest

A colorful, painted Quintilla poetic form.
https://xxyxxy.com/items/0WpR5Tos

#FediArt #Colorful #Quintilla #Poetry #Painting

I write poetry in outrage
because I'm small. As if outlays
of anger are even noticed
here, even in the remotest
way. It will not bring about change.

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

Numbers one and on, up to eight,
as many syllables per line,
and freely between two sounds rhyme,
except the final couplet, wait,
those two must alternate. Sublime!

#quintilla #poetry #selfexplanitory

A brick, leaned like a domino,
against a weight clamping a rope
wound to a tire on a slope.
What was it for? I had to know,
stood below, not in on the joke.

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

"Can you smell coffee?" he asked her.
It was almost midday, and they
lounged in bed. Lazily the day
slipped by, a cardinal chapter
of the love story underway.

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

Give me an unfinished painting,
a building under construction,
an incomplete word, containing
sounds without meaning. Explaining
nothing but internal friction.

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

I recognize your arrogance,
it was mine when I was younger.
The false conceit, the petulance,
the clamoring for deference:
a sad burden to be under.

#quintilla #poetry
@poetry

I've written my first #Quintilla ... I think. Sometimes relationships end without words #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #relationships #poems #writing #writer #writingcommunity