the empty sky hangs X like an inheritance
above my head X no one wants to collect
red and decaying X trifles and mementos
these memories aren't X meant for burial
what i expected X or deserving of cremation
——
Tag: writing
Poem 20160330
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
Poem 20160329
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 |
Poem 20160328
chilly, whispered wind
shivering midnight snowman
winter’s new best friend
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #90 Friend&Shiver
Poem 20160327
the signs were all there
scratched sofa and feathered toys
beware of the cat
——
Poem 20160326
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 |
Poem 20160325
the gentle shower
rain falling in the morning
plays its window song
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #89 Shower&Play
Poem 20160324
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!
Poem 20160323
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
Poem 20160322
watching for hours
slowly, slowly without wings
the orange moon flies
——
