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Truth
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.
Loveless -A pensee poem
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
LOVE LESS
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.
Untitled
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.
Image prompt – perspective
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
No sense no flame
*Unedited stream of consciousness writing with an image prompt.
The hand in the shadows inarticulated all senses. It Dims all potential – intertwined s all 5 fingers into a Complicated riddle.
Sight blurred by over analysing her inner Self-perception -imagination distorted in the darkness the eyes of truth remain hidden.
A Taste so tainted by past memories seemingly nothing to gain
A gluttonous child cavedweller who hid from the rain Afraid to enjoy the lingering passion behind a lover’s kiss a foreign delicacy
Gulped down chunks of fear -resistance -a refusal to taste the smacking licks of lips from a distant pain
Sounds of brawling. Tortured screams left her to scramble away – hidden humming a discordant tune- unharmonised to the language used by the normal folk those who socialised under the sunshine day after day
Touched by a love so fiercely so devout. Terror aroused she turned her face away from one name. He bathed her in the moonlight – she was stuck in her ways – tucked away in her self made dark haze.
Scent took leave of all senses – seasoned impurities infiltrated her brain. Refusal to inhale life -to contemplate risking one day. Left her bound by ignorance -alone in an abyss – people forgot she had lived -had been given a name.
If only she had grabbed hold of the hand holding what appeared to be a flame risk would be her new life-giver. Her greatest achievement to feel the pleasure of the suns rays
Image prompt challenge
Sabali wabi sabi
- an experimental piece I wrote inspired by the existential Japanese philosophy- Wabisabi
