Nuggets Micropoetry Collection

By Christopher J. Thomasson

What is Micropoetry?

Simply put, micropoetry is a genre of poetic verse characterized by its brevity. The poems contained within this book were written using prompts supplied by several Twitter users. The challenging task of micropoetry is not just writing a poem of less than 140 characters (the limits of a single Tweet on Twitter), but using a prompt to write a poem that stands alone and tells a complete story in such a small space.

As a writer, including such detail in a short space yet telling a story is great practice that spills over into prose. Sentences and paragraphs develop richer detail, becoming something much more appealing and read-worthy.

The micropoems in this book are presented to entertain and transport the reader, however briefly, beyond everyday reality. From love and faith, mortality and grace, vampire to werewolf, and zombies in between, within this mountain of stones, the reader is sure to find more than a few nuggets of gold.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher J. Thomasson
• Release date: Aug 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310695384

Christopher J. Thomasson

Christopher J. Thomasson was born in Honolulu, Hawaii in 1972. His family permanently settled in the piney woods of East Texas when he was two years old. He discovered a love for reading and writing at a very young age and until recently, only ever wrote for himself, his family, and his closest friends.In April 2013, at the age of 40, Christopher suffered a mild heart attack while on the tennis court. Within a couple of days, he was undergoing triple-bypass surgery. Because of his love for tennis and the increased active lifestyle the sport provided, the doctors informed him of a miracle–with the clotting in his veins, his heart created new vessels to transport blood to those areas of the heart that were being depleted...and as a result of those new vessels, his heart had sustained no damage!As a result of this experience, Christopher realized that he has more to add to this life than merely existing–he has stories to share.

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This book would not have been possible without those faithful Twitter users that religiously post prompts on a daily basis:

@RJ_kumarkumar #orjay

@HeartSoupPoems #HeartSoup

@AMSnowOfficial #AMSPC

@goosefat101 #ThePush

@pagesofchange #ntitle

@MidlifeMaddy #xbwg

@fieryverse #fieryverse

@StormBenedict #MadVerse

@WrittenRiver #WrittenRiver

What is Micropoetry?

On March 12, 2014, I posted my first micropoem – Condensed Heaven - to Twitter using the prompts supplied by @RJ_kumarkumar using #orjay. Since that first post, I am now following several other hashtag prompts on twitter (#heartsoup, #ThePush, #ntitle, #xbwg, #AMSPC, #fieryverse, #MadVerse, and #WrittenRiver). By the time a month had passed, I’d written roughly 120 micropoems!

The challenging task of micropoetry is not just writing a poem of less than 140 characters (the limits of a single Tweet on Twitter), but using the prompt to write a full poem that stands alone and tells its story in such a small space. And even though it is a challenging process, the practice has added benefits for me as a writer. To include such detail in a short space yet tell a story is great practice that spills over into prose. As I write blogs, short stories, or novels, I’m seeing my sentences and paragraphs develop richer detail – something much more appealing and read-worthy.

I put each poem in alphabetical order so be warned, they are not ordered by themes or ideas. In fact, don’t be surprised if you read an inspirational poem followed by one with a zombie theme…or an erotic love poem followed by science fiction.

And yes, while my writing roots mostly revolve around the inspirational and religious, this book is a vast mixing pot of every genre-flavor. While I do not use foul language or explicit details, some of these poems do carry heavy themes that dwell beyond what many of my readers have come to expect with my work.

Why would I venture beyond my comfort writing-zone? The answer is in the question. As a writer, I have to push myself to write things that make me uncomfortable. Not everything in life is peaches and roses and smells of perfume – life is also full of bad eggs and sewage too. Writing about those things, in my opinion, helps my work become more realistic and entertaining.

And that’s what writing is all about, right? Being entertained? To be transported beyond the life that constantly pounds us with reality? It’s certainly why I like to read. And it’s a big factor in why I write.

So come take a walk with me beyond your reality and let me show you some of the nuggets from my imagination. Nuggets of gold? or nuggets of stone? That’s for you to decide.

Here we go…

The A’s

Abridged by the Soul

Life’s cold truth

that all end comes

my mortal heart

beats abridged by

the soul taker’s harvest

till these lungs

breathe no more.

Across the City

Raged fear spreads

across the city-

an unknown disease:

hands pressed to temples

in a feeble attempt to

stifle the brain’s boil.

Adorned with Pearls

Sun-tanned flesh,

hair spread out

like a crown-

panting chest-

skin adorned

with pearls of sweat:

Pleasured gasp resounds.

The Afternoon

After hours tryst

a chance meeting,

to lovers

embracing desire

chasing the afternoon

to darkest night.

Again as Before

T-minus ten,

ready to ride again,

as before sunset

the power trembles

beneath my seat.

Steadily rising-

chariot to the stars.

Aged Oak and Whiskey

This old house

creaking – vast,

hidden drafts

of ethereal wind;

memories of aged oak

and whiskey

permeate the air.

Alabaster Box

Translucent white

dense beyond measure

my heart hidden

inside this deep abyss,

this alabaster box

of life.

All in Blur

Face of stone

chips are all in,

blur of motion

as the bet is matched.

cards turn slowly-

let the sweating begin.

Amid the Gloaming

Secret embrace,

the long night

steals away;

amid the gloaming

courage drowned

by rising twilight

finally – we kiss.

Anchored

Chocolate eyes-

my soul enraptured;

captured-

a butterfly in a net

a fish on a hook,

I’m forever

anchored to you.

Angel

Twisted metal-

trapped inside

my life seeping out-

eyes roll

to the window;

an angel whispers

Be calm.

Ancient Minds

Mysteries written in stone,

words unlike any known

knowledge of ancient minds

passed from age to age

still pondering their meaning.

Another Language

I hear the words

I understand

their deep meaning

but your actions

speak another language-

leaving me

guessing and confused.

Another Man’s Reflection

No matter

the words,

the false

truths spoken;

All he sees

in that silvery glass

is another

man’s reflection.

Apples

Slippery words

serpents forked tongue

apples in hand

delivering the inevitable

fall of man.

Approved by God’s

Eyes closed

looking within,

my sin not approved-

by God’s own son

I seek forgiveness-

transgressions covered

by blood.

Around the Bend

Tied tight - but