Bruised Spirit .... by Eugenia
Bruised Spirit
poem
Joe M. measures life …. see how
i have measured out my life with coffee spoons
says mr. eliot
his spoons smaller than teaspoons
whereas i prefer a dinner spoon in favor of a fork
and measure out my girth alone with it
i have measured out my life with
steps taken on aching feet
Using My Spoons
Using your spoons …. by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108 – 10/10/19
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.*
Every damn day. This life, a daily grind of excruciation.
Always having to adjust mentally, physically and emotionally.
Moving through my day as cautiously as possible.
Pushing through the pain, feeling productive & proud.
I’m beyond the agony when I’m able.
But some days I have no spoons and I go
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave**
*Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
**Source: “Dirge Without Music” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ink on Paper
Pic: Self
i am
just
ink
on
paper,
i leave
words
that tell
a story
in time,
it
could
be yours
it could
be mine,
in
the end
its all
a passing
tale,
what
it meant
and
what
it said,
not
worth
a dime
in history’s
page,
though
i am fated
to succumb
to an
eternal fate,
but
of what
mattered
i leave
a trail,
i maybe
just
ink
on
paper,
but
its you
that i
leave
on every page.
© vidursahdev 2019
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108
Welcome to a poetic week! Poetry touches the soul, and has the power to impact thoughts and lives. Only a writer can appreciate the craft of making poetry whatever it is – be it a game of rhyme, syllables, structure, choice of words or a free flow of thoughts. I’ve chosen two short pieces of … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108
Stony silence
imperceptible shifts in the horizon rock watery graves but your stony silence conceals manipulations and conspiracies curated over decades It is a face they dread watching over surrounding turbulence -but nobody knows when secrets will start pouring out as smoldering lava from a volcano https://scvincent.com/2019/10/10/thursday-photo-prompt-stillness-writephoto/
Nobody’s clone
It is a race I find no place to escape dominance or find prominence dates are only a number a generation in deep slumber says - those born before will rule for them, life is just cool Into the world, do I bring some more? make them feel life is a chore… to … Continue reading Nobody’s clone
Glocal
How do I promote a glocal culture? Global is confusing at this stage in life. But I need that meeting point with the next generation. https://only100words.xyz/2019/10/10/three-line-tales-week-193/
A semblance of something
“It doesn’t feel nice to end on this note, but I have no option.” “What would you do, if you had an option?.” I can’t help but be impressed by her calmness in the face of a challenge. “Perhaps, the same thing …” I try to match her equanimity. “Then, feeling nice really does not … Continue reading A semblance of something
Friends
Friends …. by Len
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/10/03/reenas-exploration-challenge-107/
Is there an unbridgeable gap that divides friendships? Where is the crossover point where friendships divide and cannot be bridged? Are friendships forever no matter the circumstances that befall us?
The reality was that I knew my place in the pecking order. Derek was the clown, always in your face with his off color jokes trying so hard to make you laugh. Steve was the wise one always stating his opinion, continually expounding on the state of the world. Rick was the negative one, pointing out the inadequacies of everyone we met and dissing every person that ever lived. Which leaves me, the quiet one, the listener, the one who doesn’t like confrontation, the one who just nods his head in affirmation to the continual barrage of sound directed his way. The one who can be molded into…
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