Seeds from this old tree blew Westwards
and I've taken root in TUMBLR grounds.
Will you come Sit under my shade there too?
my new 50 word story blog
Monday 21 July 2014
Monday 7 October 2013
September - 50 word story, flash fiction
September, 50 word story
Our dogs still leap inside that sunset field
Where my soul seldom returns but for September -
We walked silently through grass of Autumn gold.
'It's cold,' you akwardly insisted,
'Wear my coat'..
Our dogs played and bounded past us, exuberant, grown bold.
Necking as we ached to, but dared not.
Wednesday 1 May 2013
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.
Whether you'll become a poem too,
grown to embarass me?
50 word story (or poem?)
Friday 26 April 2013
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.
Friday 5 October 2012
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.
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
Wednesday 23 May 2012
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
Tuesday 14 February 2012
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
Tuesday 6 December 2011
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
Wednesday 30 November 2011
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. :)
Tuesday 22 November 2011
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
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