Micro poems

It looks pretentious to give a thought twenty words long a title, but it’s the only way to break them up on the page.


Beauty is not the word
With the right meaning
But the word
That sings the right song


Mercantile ignorance
Screeches and bites
My dog’s eyes say
Accept this—
Only the heart matters

Message from Africa

Heavy heat falls
From sky yellow-tinged
With a veil
Of desert sand


Some things
The endless sky
Just are.


Snarl up on the road
Hot anger flares
Furious gestures stir up summer dust.
Safe within
Dog sniffs a dead moth on the stair.


Tout ira bien
Elle lui sourit
Mais elle ne le trouve plus
Au fond de ses yeux


Puits noirs ses yeux
Dans les profondeurs desquels
Se noient ses rêves.


Anxious vague unhappiness
Turns to calm peace
At the sight of a sparrow
Learning to fly

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

6 thoughts on “Micro poems”

  1. Re: dogs, they’re great teachers. I might like this existential novel … The Wall, by Marlen Househofer. I’m reading it in German and will go on to the English version afterwards.

  2. I think the biggest lesson dogs teach us is humility. People can be callous and unfeeling, and even though those sentiments are alien to the nature of a dog, they understand it in us, and forgive.

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