The first in this week …
Nature’s Lament … by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Dusk & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #226
the fiery sky
begs me at dusk
come
see nature’s bounty
unburdening
each step i take
mires me to its message
relinquishing the day
i listen for the confessions of the dark
mother cries
her beauty is vanishing
her children the cause
Welcome back! The lure of delving in the unknown supersedes everything else for a poet or story writer. It could be the depths of your own being, or the functioning of the Universe. The call of a non-fiction or blog writer is different, as they look for 'usefulness' of ideas or information. PROMPT #226 I … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #226
Water falls, because a gravitational force pulls it down. In the right atmosphere, it vaporizes to steam and moves upwards. It chooses when, where and how to fall. Water freezes. You are able to walk on snow with the right boots. Your homes are not ravaged by floods. forces all-pervasive combine to make you feel … Continue reading Sun and Water
“Each time I extend my hand of friendship, he reinvents himself, leaving me unsure if I want to go ahead. It seems too much to ask for revelation, with masks and gloves taken off. Maybe, he fears the vacuum within as much as I do. I see his all-pervasive desire to control by checking, hacking … Continue reading Onboarding
The story of a self-taught woman artist in Ukraine…
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Hello fellow poets, Michelle Beauchamp here (aka Mish) your host for this week’s Poetics.
It has been difficult to see the mass destruction and disturbing events taking place in Ukraine. I am confident that I speak for all of dVerse when I say that it hurts our hearts. We’ve seen the heaviness of it all released in recent poetry. I was extremely moved last week by a poem written by Ain Starlingsson, ” A Song of what they Mislabel as Innocence”. He writes from “a cellar with a flickering light as the bombs fall” and marvels “at the ability of children to make the best they can of every given situation”. If you missed it, you can find his poem here. This particular line became so embedded…
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“I can’t leave this behind”. She wailed. “But why? It’s not easy to lug it around, when movement is uncertain.” “My grandma enjoyed the outdoors with us on this chair - in the garden, on the beach and wherever our fancy would take us.” “I’m sure you don’t want her to see fire raining from … Continue reading Packing a life
connectedyet isolatedin my ownclosed spacescreativityfinds a way to get out there https://dversepoets.com/2022/04/12/poetics-the-light-of-vika-muse/ Image credit: Vika Muse
fantasies mushrooming in shell-shocked minds suspended underground by power play in the skies it’s the only way to escape doom, to plant hope in a child fingering canned food thinking of tomorrow in an alien land and come back the day after under a clear blue sky events push different buttons in different people -immortalizing … Continue reading Fantasies
duskshadeseveningskies in grey-base for moony nightsgradually covers the worldin dark blankets - relief from demanding days, harsh lights https://amanpan.com/2022/04/12/eugis-weekly-prompt-dusk-april-12-2022/
Life is a lie …. by Bjorn Brudberg
You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;
I cannot listen but talk what you please.
Of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow I know nothing, I only see lead colored clouds of murder. I listed to soldiers getting drunk on pillage and greed, how they talked about looting, about raping our children.
You talk about love, when only a month into war, the only thing growing is hatred. In the pit of my stomach the venom of vengeance is growing. I crave to see fear in the eyes of my foes, I want them to cry before I lovingly rip the life from their bodies.
You talk about mankind, while what I see with my eyes, speaks nothing of kindness, nor of man.
You say life, but I only hear lies.
Today I could not write about…
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