Tell me what you want to know.
Rainy days included, storms do pass
Under the bridge the homeless huddle around a fire trying not to cause too much trouble.
Together their eyes vacant, some stumble some stutter.
Hoping society will give them a second glance, a second chance.
I’ve never done this type of poem. The format is straight forward.
- Title 2 syllables
- Description 4 syllables
- Action is 6 syllables
- location 8 syllables
- ending 6 syllables.
- And the final rule is that it can’t rhyme
it won’t hurt much
scrub off the scent of his odour
bleach the bath with your morning shit
love costs more heartache
Passion less magical
Cats demand cuddles
A clean page soaked in wasted words written in yellow ink
The music falls on deaf ears
Unread unopened books will let me down – or will it be my imagination?
I glance around the room of despair comfortably numb for three hours until a child smiles for her mom’s unfounded fears.
so inept by a blackened imagination
colours wither away, winter outsmiles
stilled yet not frozen. those exhiled frowns en route stragglers exhiled to Siberia.
I’m desperately desolate that these nightmares took the by pass . Limits to hope of revelling in reality once more spring
bursts into a yawn , light stretches worn out clinging onto last winter’s stained sweater.
A scream demands tending to kettle whistling for it’s masters attention
it begs summer to part with mercy & grace
so inept by a blackened imagination.
I’m finally feeling the writing buzz again. Phew! I thought I had lost my passion for writing. It started to become a chore. Since I have started engaging in writing challenge again I feel that rush of euphoria I get from feeling the pen move across the page staining it with ink. I feel stimulated, passionate about my writing & I feel authentic again about the themes I write about.
Today’s writing challenge is an image prompt. Write a 4 line poem based on this hollowed out tree trunk.
Here is mine. Don’t forget to upload your website link with post so we can read them.
Here is mine