This week’s phrase –
“It wasn’t my choice…..”
My attempt –
“…to choose you, Pikachu.”
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floating and leaving no trace
This week’s phrase –
“It wasn’t my choice…..”
My attempt –
“…to choose you, Pikachu.”
——
temporary blindness
transient invisibility
brought on by mirrors
obscured
out of line
shuddering iris
flickering sight
collapsing retina
you see the room
behind you
your clothes
but never yourself
sometimes the you were
never the you are
there are signs
it wants to break free
straining against its chains
skin raw meat
at ankles and wrists
testing its strength
against cold, fire-forged links
of its own making
what would you do with your freedom?
a love potion? curse? plague?
the muse rattles her chains
and grins
showing blood-slicked teeth
yes
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #30
(5) Words: | TEST | POTION | MUSE | OWN | SIGN |
Hey, can you believe it? National Poetry Month IS IN 4 DAYS NOW! I’ve already started stalking the NaPoWriMo web site. And I am ready to tackle the prompts. In addition, I’ve just submitted my first pamphlet/chap book to a contest and I’d like to do something special for everyone who comes to my site, whose poetry I read, and who takes the time to read my poems (sometimes through their fingers, I’m sure).
Open Mic
Yes, inspired by Rose at https://poetrummager.wordpress.com/ (but not officially endorsed by her), I’d like to do some audio recordings of my poems. And I’d like you to join in. During the month of April, record yourself reading one of your own poems (it has to be yours so I don’t go to jail). Post it to your site, and add the link in the comments below, do a pingback, both.
And before any of you say you can’t, or you don’t like how you sound, let me just say that I am pledging to do at least two poems, and I hate the sound of my own voice so much that when I hear myself recorded, I turn into The Hulk and beat myself senseless.
So let’s all push boundaries, read and listen to each, and embarrass the hell out of ourselves. And if you can’t be embarrassed, great–I’ll get some rye and Swiss to go with all the ham.
Simple steps.
Remember, just pop your link in the comments or email it to me using the contact form and I’ll add it to the post.
Ok, as the host, I am going first. If you didn’t see it already, here is the link:
Crow Reading 20160406
https://wordsandfeathers.com/2016/04/06/reading-20160406/
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Poet Rummager Celestial Stars
https://poetrummager.wordpress.com/2016/04/07/celestial-stars/
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Elusive Trope Zeitgeist
https://elusivetrope.com/2016/04/12/zeitgeist/
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Crow let us go 20160428
https://wordsandfeathers.com/2016/04/28/let-us-go-reading-20160428/
chilly, whispered wind
shivering midnight snowman
winter’s new best friend
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #90 Friend&Shiver
the signs were all there
scratched sofa and feathered toys
beware of the cat
——
strands of web
lock me in this place
like a fly
i wait for
my own apex predator
this night full of stars
companions
in the blackened sky
i don’t know
how i lost
or why now as the web sings
–a plucked violin–
thoughts of you
your laughter and tears
one more star
my spider–
i won’t leave a scratch, she says
as she now leans in
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #29
(5) Words: | WEB | LOST | BLACK | SCRATCH | LOCK |
the gentle shower
rain falling in the morning
plays its window song
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #89 Shower&Play
the woods still sigh, the owls still weep
in the darkness, dark shadows creep
and thoughts of you still fill my head
the fallen trees run black with mold
the silent leaves no longer gold
a sweet, low song fills me with dread
i left you here cold in the ground
with shuttered eyes, you made no sound
yet there you stand, though you are dead
——
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #23: Nove otto
Happy Early Halloween!
the fighter wraps his wrists
each tight wind of cloth
a means to focus his rage
down into the hammers
of his hands
he channels the acid
fermenting in his gut
back up into his mouth
where it turns into venom
swirling around the razors
that are his teeth
and his eyes are flames
heat without smoke
so hot that there
will never be ashes